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The Coming Holocaust

Leaders and members of sects that cling to the British-Israelism of Herbert Armstrong are watching with glee as the global economic crisis deepens. The Philadelphia Trumpet writes,

The days surrounding Sept. 11, 2008, will go down in infamy. The speed at which so many of America’s most prestigious financial institutions collapsed should be etched into the minds of the American populace–because, whether or not people want to admit it, that disastrous, gut-wrenching, sobering week represented a drastic turning point in U.S. financial hegemony.

What remains is a gaping crater in the nation’s now-discredited economic core. […]

Back in 1984, Herbert W. Armstrong, editor in chief of the Plain Truth newsmagazine, wrote that a massive banking crisis in America could “suddenly result in triggering European nations to unite as a new world power larger than either the Soviet Union or the U.S.” (member and co-worker letter, July 22, 1984). That was 24 years ago, before the European Union took its present form, and before the euro monetary agreement even existed.

“That, in turn, could bring on the Great Tribulation suddenly,” Mr. Armstrong continued, using the biblical term for the time of unparalleled suffering that will conclude this age of man. “And that will lead quickly to the Second Coming of Christ, and the end of this world as we know it.”

Even now, a uniting Europe is fulfilling Bible prophecy, which says that for a time-just prior to Christ’s return-Europe will dominate global trade and finance. Watch as this prophecy unfolds before your eyes.

America’s spectacular banking collapse lurched the world toward this prophecy’s fulfillment. The global economy has a gaping void. Europe is about to fill it-and take its place in history.

This is talking about a German-led United Europe that will attack America with nuclear weapons, enslaving the remaining inhabitants and bringing humanity to the brink of extinction just before Jesus returns and sets up his nasty little kingdom. (And believe me: Armstrong’s vision of God’s kingdom is indeed a disgusting gulag.) Difficult to comprehend how anyone could believe that, but they do.

If one thinks this through for a moment, it becomes absurd for so many reasons.

To begin with, Europe is in economic crisis as well. If anyone is going to fill “the global economy[‘s …] gaping void”, my money would be on China. It already owns America, for all intents and purposes, and it’s making political inroads into Africa and Latin America, behaving in some ways like the America of the 1950’s. Europe is sinking under the threat of sharia law and a United Europe that’s anything but.

Still, for the sake of argument, let’s say that Europe does become some world-dominating superpower. According to Armstrongists, the next move would be an attack on America. But what for? If Europe is the world’s economic powerhouse, why would it attack a country (with an enormous nuclear arsenal) that’s already been marginalized? Besides, a United Europe would have to worry as much about China’s influence as America does now.

Still, for the sake of argument, let’s say that Europe does attack. America, scratching its head and thinking, “Wait — I thought Europe was an ally?!” (except for those Gallophobes who’ll be chanting, “See! We told you we couldn’t trust France!”), will retaliate. Tit for tat, nuke for nuke, and China and/or Russia will then take center stage.

In any scenario, the Chinese win.

No one with any real grasp of history or current events thinks any one of these scenarios is a genuine possibility, so why does this small group of people devote their lives to this fantasy? Simple: it made some degree of sense when Herbert Armstrong began suggesting it. After all, only two decades separated World War I from World War II, and in the 1950s and 1960s it might have made sense for Germany to give it one more go. Of course, anyone at that time with any understanding of the simple fact that World War II was really only a continuation of World War I; it was not the initiation of a series of wars.

Yet some claim it still makes sense. These same people have been saying Armstrong’s prophecies made sense even when his ten-nation European Union-to-come emerged with almost three times that many states; it made sense when an unpredicted (read: unprophesied) terrorist attack occurred seven years ago; and I’m sure it makes even more sense now that the whole world is sinking into recession, with Germany coming up with a bailout plan to rival America’s in spending scope.

Leaves

We have quite a few trees in the backyard, including a yellow poplar -- also known as a tulip poplar, which is reflected in its Latin name -- that's probably over 200 years old. There's another one close to it, but it's not nearly as big.

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Liriodendron tulipifera Senior

This was one of the things I truly longed for in Poland. The leaves of the few deciduous in Poland, in my experience, simply turned brown and fell off.

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Liriodendron tulipifera Junior

We didn't make it to the mountains of North Carolina this year, so a bit of yellow in our backyard will have to do.

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Of course nothing can compare to autumn in New England. Reds and oranges that almost make the eyes ache.

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Still, it's nice to have a touch of color yellow in one's immediate vicinity.

Trick or Treat

We took the Girl trick-or-treating this weekend. We'd been preparing for a couple of weeks, for L was initially not thrilled with the idea of wearing a Pooh Bear suit, although Pooh is one of her favorite characters. Little by little, evening by evening, we convinced her, though (with a lot of modeling from K), and we slipped on the costume early Friday evening and began our short adventure.

First stop: our neighbor.

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Despite our best efforts, though, getting L to say "Trick or treat!" proved to be more difficult than we'd anticipated. We suggested "Treat!" alone, and then tried "Candy!", but none of them appealed to L's sensibilities.

After unwrapping the lollipop L chose, we headed to Nana and Papa's -- they were waiting, thrilled to see L. As always.

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Papa and K took the girl to the neighbors' condos while I snapped a few pictures. L came back with a modest collection of suckers, mini-candy bars, and assorted fruity snacks.

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It's times like this that L's growth is so evident.

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2007 Pumpkin

Last year, L was a non-talking, bottle-drinking, virtually-toothless, not-yet-sleeping-through-the-night pumpkin. What changes await us during the next year? By then, she'll be fully communicating and ever more independent -- a blessing, which occasionally will make us long for the toothless, crying-at-two-in-the-morning version of L.

Pumpkin

We took the girl to a pumpkin farm last week. She enjoyed hiding behind the pumpkins.

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I enjoyed taking pictures, of her and the pumpkins.

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The fields were largely empty. We'd waited too long.

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We'd waited so long, in fact, that we often encountered the not-so-recently departed.

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Still, we all found a pumpkin, even the Girl. "Zrob moj moj!" K suggests (Nana might have said, "Love the pumpkin!"), and L willingly complies.

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Afterward, the Girl rode about a while,

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and I took a few more pictures.

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Taken with the 10-20mm Sigma

Fear

This election is really starting to scare me. I know a lot of people are saying that Obama scares them, and their reasoning is the cause of my fear. It is showing levels of naive stupidity in this country that I simply was not willing to admit to myself existed.

Two pieces of evidence from The Guardian:

  1. There will be a race war in America if Obama is elected.
  2. Obama is the anti-Christ.

I think educated non-Americans around the world are scratching their heads, wondering how a country filled with this kind of thinking could have risen to such heights...

Helper

The Door

How many nails does it take to hold a door in place?

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The Old

Apparently only two, because when we ripped out this old door to put in a new one, we used a reciprocating saw only twice, for the two lonely nails on the knob side. The door was held in place, I'm assuming, by the generous application of caulk on the outside of the door. The caulk did double duty, though, for it not only secured the door but insulated the door, and it was a solo gig. Not a scrap of insulation between the door frame and the house; not a pin-point of insulating foam; not even a gratuitous bead of caulk.

No only that, but the door was essentially levitating.

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It's difficult to discern it in the picture, but that block of lumber looked as if it had been finished with a dull hatchet.

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The whole thing was so poorly installed that if I'd sneezed when closing the door, I might have knocked the whole thing out, frame and all.

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Not this one, though.

Eating on the Floor

Pasta, yogurt, and fun.

Zakopower III

One more from Zakopower.

In the Orchard

I don't understand why the apple had to take the fall. It's not a terribly exotic fruit, and it doesn't seem to inflame the passions like, say, a mango. But perhaps that's the point: sin isn't supposed to be exotic -- it's the everyday things that get you.

But the everyday can be miraculous, and I suppose that's what Thoreau was getting at in Walden.

Maybe he had an apple orchard nearby. (I can't recall. I haven't read Walden since college. I set out to read it again, but my timing was off: I was coming back after two years in Poland and I got absorbed in the sit-coms shown during the flight and I ended up leaving my copy of Walden in the seat pocket in front of me. I'd like to think that brought some joy to the next passenger, but I know full well that the cleaning crew got it first. Hopefully someone read it.)

Apples in an orchard become out of the ordinary -- exotic even. After all, a day spent in the orchard can end with a bag of Pink Ladies in your kitchen and a feeling of satisfied exhaustion.

We spent the day at Sky Top orchard in Flat Rock, North Carolina. Our goal was simple: arrive when the Pink Ladies are ready. K called earlier in the autumn and we planned a visit for mid-October.

L tries an inferior variety

Pink Ladies are tough to get: they appear late in the season and disappear quickly. K and I discovered these slightly tangy, crisp apples in Asheville, and we always bought as many as we could as quickly as we could.

Today, we had our pick -- literally. We met a group of friends (I represented exactly 50% of the non-Polish delegation), had a picnic,

and then set off in search of Pink Ladies.

Kasia and Brian head out on the quest with us

We passed by Golden Delicious, Fuji, Rome, Stayman, and other varities. Good apples, each and every one, but not as multidimensional as a Pink Lady.

For those of you who've never had the treat of crunching into a Pink Lady, it's an apple that starts of slightly sweet but has a tang that appears moments after the first bite and seems to grow as you eat the apple. It's sweet without having the cloying flavor of a Golden Delicious and it's tart without the alum-esque qualities of a Granny Smith.

The Pink Ladies were all the way at the back edge of the orchard. Past the newly planted grape vines and the empty McIntosh trees.

We were about the only ones out there. Does no one else know about Pink Ladies?

After walking, picking, and more walking (the second installment being more difficult carying a basketful of Ladies), we had break, led by L.

Then we had a pumpkin photo session, also led by L:

And now, finally having a bag full of coveted apples, we're all so sick of apples they are still sitting, disrespectfully, by the door, right where we put them when we came home.