I caution you, reader, that if you haven’t played the Arkham Knight yet, do not go any further than this. This post contains spoilers.


You know, when Rocksteady announced that they would be making another Batman game, I was ecstatic. After the let down that was Arkham Origins, I was ready for another installment. And while I feel that Arkham Knight is better than its predecessor-not by much-I cannot help but feel melancholy and my gaming mind is somehow empty.

The Plot

Arkham Knight takes place on Halloween, nearly one year later after the Joker’s death. With Batman’s counter balance gone, the villains of Gotham have rallied together to finally kill the Bat. The Batman’s main nemesis though is Scarecrow and a mysterious figure called the Arkham Knight. Bad guys the likes of Penguin and Two-Face really don’t have a whole lot to do with helping kill the Bat and pretty much stay out of his way. They are more or less, side missions.

After the introduction, where you get to cremate the Joker, there is a little dialogue from Jim Gordon and a movie in a diner that seems to be perpetually stuck in the 50s. Scarecrow releases a dose of his latest fear toxin and broadcasts it to the citizens of Gotham. A mass exodus ensues and as Gordon says: “yesterday, there were 6.3 million people in Gotham City. Today-not so many.”

Where Origins teased the player with the Batwing, Knight uses the Batmobile as an actual character. The Arkham Knight has deployed men and drones throughout the city to hunt down and kill the Batman. Gotham city is much larger in this one (three times it’s size according to Rocksteady creators) than the previous three. Traveling throughout the city is pretty easy once all the bridges are lowered.

To start off with, the game does a pretty good job introducing the user to things such as the Batmobile. After talking with Gordon at GCPD, Batman saves the life of a cop stranded and surrounded by a gang of thugs. He then heads over to a penthouse in China Town where Scarecrow is holding Poison Ivy hostage. After taking down the thugs, Batman watches as a mercenary holds a gun to Ivy’s head. Scarecrow then releases a gas inside the isolation chamber, incapacitating the thug but not Ivy. Ivy then reveals that she has a natural immunity to Scarecrow’s gas. Batman takes her to GCPD, but it isn’t long before the toxin is released that he realizes that Ivy’s plants counteract the toxin. Ivy dies, by the way.

Something that boggles the mind, and I know that things in movies and games don’t always have to make sense, but there are two blimps that seem to be glued into place in the sky. Unless, of course, they are somehow tethered to the ground or a nearby structure. It is on the second blimp that Batman and Scarecrow’s paths cross and it is revealed to the gamer that Batman is slowly turning into Joker, because in Arkham City, he was infected with the Joker’s tainted blood.

In AC, you’ll recall that Joker said that he sent his blood out to all the hospitals. But didn’t Batman take the antidote for that? And if so, how is it Batman and four others are slowly turning into Joker? Unless, creators needed to find a way to bring the Joker back, albeit still dead. Hence, his ghost. Or a hallucination of Batman.

It is then that Scarecrow blows one end of the ship off and flees from Batman. At this point, shouldn’t the blimp crash to the ground in a fiery inferno? And inexplicably, moments later, Barbara Gordon’s death and apparent suicide is broadcast over live television. Batman tells Jim. Jim gets pissed at Batman and vows to bring Scarecrow to justice and disappears.

Later in the game, the toxin is dispersed throughout the city and blankets Gotham in a thick, boiling cloud. Question: earlier in the game, before Batman neutralized the toxin at Ace Chemicals, Scarecrow said he hoped to cover the entire eastern seaboard. So why didn’t the cloud cross the bay to the neighboring city of Bludhaven? Batman unites with Poison Ivy and together, they save Gotham. Did I mention that she dies? Well, it is here that her body turns to dust-literally.

It is at this point that the gamer has to spend useless time in taking out six Cobra drones and the cloud burst. Now, as you can imagine, I do have a complaint about this part, and it wasn’t until my wife played the game that she found out why I would get so irritated.

Whenever Batman is detected by one of the drones, the screen seems to draw back from the Batmobile and the Batmobile’s handling and maneuverability seems to go into the toilet. After taking out the drones and the cloud burst, the Arkham Knight emerges from the tank, a disoriented mess. Batman grabs him and takes him up to a rooftop, where he begins a beat down on him. The Knight’s helmet comes off and the Joker stares up at Bats, laughing his ass off. Soon, the Knight completely disappears and all we’re left with is the Joker and Batman holding his head.

Surely, the Knight, having been trained by Batman and subjected to hellish torture by Joker, would’ve recovered by their fight and assaulted Batman. But nope. He vanishes into thin air. After hearing the Knight taunting Batman and declaring that he wanted to kill him, it would’ve been more tolerable had the two had a fist fight afterwards.

Jim Gordon then transmits an encrypted message on the swat frequency when there is no swat to receive it, telling Batman that he has found Scarecrow. Batman goes to rescue the despondent Commissioner, and runs into the Arkham Knight again. This time, being chased by an earth tunnel digger. After the Batmobile is destroyed and he finds Gordon, the Knight appears behind Batman and reveals himself to be Jason Todd. Which, at this point, was a major let down to all gamers, myself included, since Rocksteady kept the Knight’s true identity a secret better than the plausibility of the Warren Commission’s Magic Bullet Theory. However, despite Batman and Alfred’s failed attempts to unmask the Knight, it wasn’t incredibly hard to see the secret that was being handed to the gamer on a silver platter-what with Joker giving an entire back story of how he tortured the poor soul.


Batman defeats the Knight and Todd disappears. A recurring theme for this game. And it is at the top of the building that Barbara Gordon is found to still be alive; her freedom bought and paid for from Gordon betraying the Batman. Gordon shoots Bats and Scarecrow pushes Barbara off the top of the building, but Batman saves her-where they find themselves under attack from drones. It seems to be almost an after thought on the part of the creators that, with the original Batmobile being destroyed, how is the gamer suppose to finish the side missions where the Batmobile is needed. And didn’t Lucsious Fox say that it was one of a kind? The Batwing drops off another Batmobile and after defeating the drones, Barbara is taken to GCPD.

After defending the police station from an all out assault, Batman surrenders to Scarecrow and allows himself to be taken to the now condemned, Arkham Asylum. However, it is on the way there that the van carrying the Dark Knight is hit and Batman escapes to fight a never ending onslaught of Jokers. And all for the purpose of Batman snapping the neck of one-just so Joker can have a laugh and say that Batman is becoming him. I found this part truly annoying.

At the asylum, the Scarecrow reveals Batman to be a mere man to the entire world. Vicki Vale watches in stunned silence as Bruce Wayne is unmasked. Which, this part makes no sense to me. The entire plot of Scarecrow is reveal the Batman’s true identity? To show that he is only human?

It is then that the gamer gets to go around playing as the Joker, shooting and killing people, before Batman locks him away in a proverbial chamber of his mind. And that’s enough to counteract the fear toxin? And Batman becoming the Joker?

Suddenly, the Arkham Knight appears and shoots the cuffs off of Batman. This, coupled with the fact that Todd now has a red Bat symbol painted on his chest makes one wonder: what was it that made him change sides? And this is the last time we see Todd. Which, kind of perplexes me, because isn’t Gotham situated on an island and isn’t the bridge to the mainland raised? Not to mention, there’s no closure for the gamer. No final conversation between the two, nothing. Crane is then injected with his own toxin and is taken to GCPD.

And so, reader, that is where the game ends. Assuming, that by now, you’ve beaten all the side missions, you can then activate the Knightfall Protocol; where you’ll watch a movie of Bruce Wayne returning home. Vicki Vale reports just outside the front gates when Wayne Manor explodes.

What I liked about the game

I like the graphics, the Batmobile, the Bat suit, Catwoman (who doesn’t). I’m sure there are other things I can’t think of.

What I didn’t like about the game

For me, it wasn’t just about playing a new Batman game or the graphics, or what not. I’m sure other gamers could excuse a limp plot for everything else the creators got right, but not me. I can understand that with the Joker dead, the other villains would want to exact some much deserved revenge on the Batman. But, where is the threat to Gotham when all that is left-when push comes to shove-are people who are pretty much a waste of oxygen? I mean, would anyone really miss them? Wouldn’t there be a greater urgency to save the city if the inhabitants were left? What if Scarecrow gave no warning at all? What if there was a better plot?

The plot to ransom a city devoid of citizens makes as much sense as Arkham City. You’re going to build a city prison just to execute them all? That’s what the whole build up to Protocol 10 was? Gasing a city that accomplished nothing whatsoever, is tantamount to the trailer of Origins where it showed Batman fighting Deathstroke in a place where neither one meet. And Deathstroke wasn’t even a main character in the story.

Speaking of Deathstroke. How in the hell does he become leader of the militants? Up until this point, he’s not even mentioned in the game. And after you take out the militia check points and everything else, you again, have to battle the leader with about five Cobra drones. I could forgive this if it took more than just a few punches to incapacitate a battle hardened assassin.

The thing that annoyed me was the games predictability. I wasn’t long into the game when I told my wife that Barbara Gordon would be kidnapped. When it was revealed that her dad had no idea she was still inside city limits-let alone working for the Batman-one knew that the clock tower would be compromised. And, at any rate, wouldn’t Jim Gordon, being the loving father that he is, of made sure his daughter got off the island safely? I must admit that I didn’t see the whole suicide thing coming. But I did expect that Barbara was still alive.

If you played the side mission Identity Thief in Arkham City, you’ll know who Thomas Elliot (Hush) is. He is just as skilled as Batman and just as intelligent. Being a master surgeon, Elliot was meticulous about choosing his victims and slicing off their faces to graft a face for himself that looked identical to that of Bruce Wayne’s. And all we’re left with in AK is that Fox goes incognito, only to find out that Hush has infiltrated Wayne Tower? And all for the sake of-what I assume-stealing money from his former friend? That’s what we’re left with?

What if Hush was the Arkham Knight? What if by some set of circumstances, he discovered who the Batman really was? Wouldn’t it have made a better and more plausible story if he sought to kill the Dark Knight and assume both identities?

Robin and Nightwing make cameo appearances. And as you might imagine, Batman doesn’t want either ones help, which doesn’t make any sense. What’s the point of having a side kick and sort of a side kick if you don’t allow them to help you? What’s the point of keeping Robin locked away in a room searching for a cure to the Joker syndrome when Batman took the antidote in Arkham City? Did Mr. Freeze die sometime during that eight months? And come to find out, the only guy that was infected and not showing any real signs, was playing possum all along.

Come to think of it, how can being infected with Joker’s blood make someone a “Joker”? Wasn’t the thing that was killing the Joker the Titan formula?

The Riddler is an annoying little bitch, and I’m not any real good at puzzles. So, suffice it to say, I stay away from him as much as possible. But he’s not really a threat to Gotham City; he just likes to prove he’s smarter than the world’s Greatest Detective. And I’m glad that Catwoman made the cut, but if all her contribution is to be captured by the Riddler, then it is a travesty. After all, not only is she a fun character to play as, but am I the only one that finds her sexually attractive? I know, she’s an animated character. Don’t focus on the wrong part of the story.

As in the case of Origins, where the trailers made it seem that Deathstroke was the focal point of the story, AK made it seem that Batman would be fighting the likes of Two-Face in the city streets. Batman pushed to the point of breaking, would have to rely on the help of his allies. But, alas, my enthusiasm went up in a foul smelling vapor. A bit of false advertisement, in my opinion.

Knight is a great departure from City and Origins, in that Gotham City looks nothing like it’s former self. Its a reboot of sorts. In both Origins and City-Asylum even-Wayne Tower looms on the horizon, from what I assume to be the mainland. But in Arkham Knight, Bludhaven is the mainland. And it looks bigger than Gotham! A series of questions:

Where are the suburbs? You’re telling me that three islands are able to hold 6.3 million people? But most important, where is Arkham Asylum and Wayne Manor? And since neither one is in evidence, where are they? And are they on the mainland? And if they are, how did Batman get the Batmobile on the island and how did Scarecrow get Bats to the Asylum when the bridge going to the mainland is closed off?

I know that I’ve ranted more than praised this game and its creators (but damn it-I bought an Xbox One with this game in mind), but one more thing before I go. Okay, two.

Inconsistencies and repetition. Where Origins has you fighting Bane three times, Knight has Batman pitted against Cobra tanks a number of times, and the fact that Deathstroke has his own tank just reeks of a lack of ingenuity. It’s like the writers took one theme and wanted to play it over and over.

The Arkham Knight is either bipolar or has multiple personalities. Numerous times throughout the game, he says he wants to kill the Dark Knight, but doesn’t. Instead, he defers to Scarecrow. He even puts a bullet in Batman’s gut and walks away. Make up your frigging mind!

Alright, I’ve ranted long enough. Like I said, some can forgive a bad story, but I can’t. I like a good story to go along with what I’m playing, and this just wasn’t one of them. In the years between Arkham City and Knight, I am bemused as to how the writers and creators, in all their brainstorming, couldn’t have come up with a more compelling, believable story. If Scarecrow wanted to unmask the Batman and deprive the citizens of Gotham of hope, then why not do it with them on the island?! After all, by the time the cowl is removed, the toxin had already been neutralized. All it would’ve taken was a well placed snipers bullet to end Scarecrow once and for all. Is the GCPD really that incompetent?

In using false propaganda to build hype and fan’s fervor for the Caped Crusader, Rocksteady promised a satisfying culmination of the Arkham trilogy. But all we got were repetition, inconsistencies and errors that cannot be ignored. In severing the line for any other division of WB Games to build upon the Arkham story, Rocksteady any praise for them is nothing but white noise.

I not only mourn for Batman, but also anyone who spent their hard earned money to purchase this grand debacle.

My Grade: C


Nothing annoys me more than a chicken-hawk war fighter. You know, the people that have never served a day of their lives in the military, and yet, they believe that they have the clout to say which country we should invade.

What was it? Last week the Obama administration hammered home a deal with Iran to ensure that Iran would never seek nuclear weapons, and Republicans decried it as Israel’s doom? Or, at the very least, anti-Israel. Our entire foreign policy in the Middle East is anti-Israel.

But then you have the idiot Donald Trump. After questioning whether or not John McCain was a war hero, he had this to say to ABC News:

People that fought hard and weren’t captured and went through a lot, they get no credit. Nobody even talks about them. They’re like forgotten. And I think that’s a shame, if you want to know the truth.

He went on to say:

People that were not captured that went in and fought, nobody talks about them. Those are heroes also.

Nobody says anything about them? What was the Vietnam wall built for? Or the Wounded Warriors Project? Granted, I think a lot of veterans have succumbed to the belief that they can’t rely on the government to aid them properly and in a timely manner, but have you seen Congress in the last eight years? Its a do-nothing government.

President Obama can’t even sneeze without generating a scathing remark from the opposite side.

But if we want to be honest about something, Bill Clinton didn’t help veterans affairs. George W. Bush didn’t. And neither has Barack Obama. And at any rate, is John McCain even running for President? And if he isn’t, why in the hell is Trump picking on him? Oh, that’s right. Bad publicity is better than none.

I liken Donald Trump to Sean Hannity. Poured from the same mold, these men sit back snipe of issues they know nothing about. Like Hannity, Trump has never served a single day in the service of his country. He’s never dodged a bullet or worried about whether or not he’s gonna make it home. He’s never seen his home life erode underneath his feet. He’s never been served divorce papers when he’s on the other side of the planet because his wife can’t take the strain. Neither one has felt the clutches of PTSD.

Back in March of 2010, Sean Hannity said that if we catch an enemy combatant in the field, he had no problem with taking their heads, sticking them underwater and scaring the living daylights out of them. He punctuated this with: “and I’m a Christian!”

Meghan McCain was on his show when he said this. This was her response:

I think it’s what separates us from the terrorists. My father could never left me up as a child because he can’t move his arm. He can’t ride a bike because he can’t bend his knee because he was tortured. I think he knows better.

In a segment with Charles Grodin, Hannity was asked whether or not he’d ever been water boarded (because, you know, Hannity had no problem with it), and he said he hadn’t. “But Oli North has and I’ve talked to him about it,” he commented rather weakly. Grodin offered to water board him, which Keith Olbermann seized upon, putting up a thousand dollars to charity for every second Hannity lasted. To my knowledge, Hannity has never put his money where his mouth is.

But that’s the major crux of the matter, isn’t it? For Hannity-a man who has never served in the military-and Trump-who received four deferments between 1964 and 1968, have no bragging rights. When it comes to military service, there are no second-hand experiences.


If Donald Trump wanted to bring the issue of veterans affairs to the forefront of the political spectrum, by all means. But outline a plan instead of sniping at man who spent five years in a POW camp, while Trump, himself, was safe and secure in a freedom service men have died for.

But hopefully, Trump is a fading star, headed for oblivion.


The truth is the most important value we have. If the truth does not endure-if the government murders truth-if we cannot trust the hearts of these people, then this not the country I was born in. And it is certainly not the country that I want to die in.

Kevin Costner, JFK

Since last Friday’s Supreme Court ruling, people in the media and entertainment have lauded this as the defining point of Barack Obama’s Presidency. I call it an indictment of how low he has sunk our moral compass. One day he sings Amazing Grace, the next day, he congratulates the man who brought this case to the forefront of America’s culture war.

On Monday, I was listening to the Bert Show. And on Monday’s broadcast, Bert said how elated he was at the Supreme Court’s ruling. Yet, in the same breath, he said that he wanted to hear from those on the opposition. Obviously, with it being his own show with a liberal slant, he can skew or spin any kind of argument as he sees fit. Not being an avid listener myself, I decided to step up to the chopping block.

I made my case that homosexuality isn’t something that someone is born with (I’ll get to that in a minute) and the Constitution. You see, in all the pages of the Constitution, there isn’t a mention of any kind of definition of what marriage should be. However, from historical documents, we find that the founders foresaw that America would not stay the same forever. Time would pass. New technologies. Even culture would change. Hence, the Tenth Amendment.

You see, in this day and age of an apathetic American public, few people really understand what exactly each branch of the government does. Its not hard, really. The Congress passes laws, then sends them onto the President. He chooses whether or not to sign it or veto it. If he doesn’t want his name attached to the legislation, all he has to do is let it sit for about ten days-then it’s law. But if he vetoes, Congress can use other measures to circumvent the President and pass the law. A check and balance.

The role of the Supreme Court is to judge whether or not a law is Constitutional. For instance: let’s say you’re driving through town with your family and the local and state police have set up a road block-a checkpoint, if you will. There’s really no good reason for it. They just want to do it. Training exercise is the official term. (And this has happened). Its your turn.

And once up there, they question you and your wife, and ask you where you’re going (none of their damn business). Suddenly, you’re pulled from the car and searched along with your wife and children. They even search your car.

Most Americans would look at this as a one-time event. How many times does a law-abiding citizen actually get stopped and searched in a year-a lifetime-anyway? But that’s not the point, is it? The point is you were stopped unlawfully and searched without a warrant; a direct violation of your Fourth Amendment right.

As I previously stated, neither the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution defines marriage. This is where the Tenth Amendment comes into play. It states that any powers not vested in any branch of the federal government, is thereby reserved for the states and the American people. Again, the goal of the Supreme Court is to decide whether or not a law or action at the federal, state or local levels allign with our most treasured human document. Unfortunately, over the years, presidents have put into life-long power men and women who would serve to meet their own ends, or the ends of their respective party.

Countless states across the Union have voted on same-sex marriage and voted it down. Like my state-Indiana. But as in every case, with a few spoken words and the swipe of a pen, some judge washed away our right to voice our beliefs through our vote.

If the Supreme Court was truly impartial, they would’ve looked at each state that had Americans rights revoked and the Constitution and decided that it was, indeed, a states rights issue. If they wanted to do it legitimately, they would’ve lobbied for one of their liberal stooges to introduce an amendment into Congress. It would’ve had to pass through both Houses and onto President Obama.

I brought this up in my “debate” with the Bert Show (by the way, I will never again devote another worthless moment to listening to their show) and it’s followers. One person wrote-and I quote: I agree that states rights were usurped, blah, blah, blah. That person went onto say that states rights were basically irrelevant because, you know-love.

Thomas Jefferson once wrote that those who would sacrifice personal liberty for temporary safety and security, deserve neither. Homosexuals are thrilled at the Supreme Court’s ruling, because to try and get the Bible Belt to go along with them would’ve taken twenty years-minimum. I even made that statement and one person asked why does someone have to wait twenty years for love? The United States government is already experimenting with using drones on American soil, and by circumventing the Bill of Rights, homosexuals have put us all at risk.

But you want to know why homosexuality by birth is a myth, right? Okay. Here’s the first: I’m a porn addict. There. I said it. Its out. If you’re gonna comment to this post, please don’t quote some research laboratory’s findings. I can research a genetic code as to why dogs chase cars and come up with a compelling answer.

My first exposure to porn was at the tender age of nine. My dad hid them rather poorly in our entertainment center. One look and I was hooked.

A young man went to hang out with his peers. He didn’t really like them, but hey, what else is there to do on a Saturday night? Soon, they started snorting cocaine. After it was all said and done, the men started welcoming him into their fraternity of destitution. “I’m not one of you,” he said. “I only tried it once.” All laughing and pointing at him, they said, “that’s what we said.”

And so it was with me. One tape didn’t fill the hole. One more sex scene of debauchery could not suffice. I kept piling garbage upon garbage. I’m thirty-one-years-old and I still struggle with it. One look. One good looking woman, and it sparks that inner demon.

I don’t blame my father. It was his fault then that I came across them. But now, it’s on me. He’s passed and gone on Home. I don’t blame God Almighty. I ask Him for help. Every time I get onto my phone or a computer, I have a choice. I can either choose the blood soaked door of Jesus Christ or the one adorned with glitter and a false hope that maybe, this will be my last video I watch. Its my choice. Its on me.

Many years ago, I worked with a man who was is homosexual. And like all the others, he bought into the age-old lie of Satan (John 8:44) that he was born gay. He said to me one night, “if being gay is a sin, why did God make me this way?”

To this, I said, “God didn’t make me a porn addict, I did.” It’s on me. My choice. And I can tell you, it’s wreaked havoc on my mind. Allow me to enlighten you of a truth about the God you like to blame:

When tempted, no one should say, “God is tempting me.” For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone; but each one is tempted when, by his own evil desire, he is dragged away and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death.

James 1:13-15 (NIV)

But if I watch a heterosexual porn flick, doesn’t that make me half-gay? I guess it does. But, you know, if it weren’t for the help and grace of Jesus Christ, I would be dead in my sins. If I struggle with porn to this day and until an act of God that He decides to deliver me from it, will homosexuals still struggle even though they seek His face? Yes, they will. But here’s the thing: God looks at our effort. Did we try?

Or as 1 John 1 says: “if any man says he is without sin, that man is a liar.”

I am a sinner. I deserve the eternal damnation that I set before myself. But for the atoning blood of Christ, I have a residency in Heaven.

The second reason I know homosexuality by birth is a myth is, how can they reproduce? Think about it. I posed that question to the Bert Show and their listening audience, and defied anyone of them to give me a solid answer as to how homosexuality is “natural” two days ago. I have yet to receive a reply.

When a homosexual couple wants a child, how do they get it? An adoption agency. And where does said baby come from? A heterosexual couple. Now, some lesbian couple could have one or the other artificially impregnated by a sperm donor, but it’s still heterosexual.

If we took all the gays on earth and put them on a planet of their own, in fifty years, when we went to check on them, they would be extinct. The surface of that planet would be as naked as the surface of Mars. Same goes for lesbians.

But I’m not preaching to just the homosexual, I’m preaching to the promiscuous, too. Consider 1 Corinthians 6:16-18:

Do you not know that he who unites himself with a prostitute is one with her in body? For it is said, “The two will become one flesh.” But he who unites himself with the LORD is one with him in Spirit. Flee from sexual immortality. All other sins a man commits are outside his body, but he who sins sexually sins against his own body.

I had a former neighbor, who at any given point, could have a number of women on the string. At one time, he had a couple of girls over for a three way. I asked him one day if he worried about STDs. He told me that’s what condoms are for. But rubbers are not a perfect protection from HIV/AIDS. Did you know that HIV can take up to six weeks or six months before it can how up in a test? Or that it can take up to five years before you show the outward signs of infection? By that time, you could’ve slept with five different people, and them five more, each a person respectively. When it’s all said and done, over a thousand lives can be changed forever.

If I’m so far off the beaten path of sanity, why is it in 2010 (the most recent year of available data) the Center for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) said that an estimated 47,500 new infections occurred. And gay and bisexual men made up two thirds of that. Don’t believe me? Look it up.

This is not a letter of condemnation. It is a letter imploring people to see reason and logic in the grace of Jesus Christ. People say that they don’t want to follow God because He tells them what to do. He doesn’t tell you what to do. He gives us rules and guidelines to follow. And if we don’t, we reap the consequences.

God doesn’t speak just to hear Himself. He speaks because He cares for YOU! He is not slow as we understand it. Yet He is patient, hoping for all to come to repentance (2 Peter 3:9). Consider this: if we followed all of God’s precepts, none of us would bring turmoil on ourselves. Sure, we’d have trouble in life. But it wouldn’t be of our own making.

If you’re a homosexual or live a promiscuous lifestyle and you’re still reading this, consider this your final warning. Your blood stains are off my hands.

For it is by Grace you have been saved, through faith-and this is not from yourselves, it is a gift from God-not by works, so that no one can boast.

Ephesians 2:8-9 (NIV)


I’ve gone from one draft to another, trying to find an effective way to articulate my words. It seems at times, I have so many thoughts running through my head, it’s hard to categorize or pick one from another.

Racism isn’t about the Confederate flag or social injustice. Its about the heart. I should know. I’m a reformed racist. If there is such a thing.

For out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immortality, theft, false testimony, slander.

Matthew 15:19

Sure, the Confederacy owned human beings they called slaves, but you go back further than that, and a lot of our founders owned slaves. In fact, during the Civil War, blacks weren’t even allowed to fight. I’ve even heard historians claim that Abraham Lincoln wasn’t the abolitionist history books purport him to be.

In recent days, we’ve seen Hillary Clinton grand stand and proselytize that America has a long way to go when it comes to race. She’s even said that we would’ve thought that America had turned a page in the chapter since electing our first black President (he’s half white). Can anyone see or say the obvious? Hillary Clinton is using this event as a launch pad to her presidential run.

When it comes to morals, Bill and Hillary need to put down their stones. After all, during his impeachment process, Bill Clinton ordered a three-day bombing campaign on Iraq, under the guise of U.N. sanctions violations. When the impeachment came down, the bombing stopped. What a coincidence? The Clinton administration has blood on its hands and is responsible for the mass murder of more than 600,000 innocent Iraqis-deaths that Madeleine Albright said were “worth it.”

But back to racism.

You know, I couldn’t disagree more with Hillary. I think the United States has come a long way since slavery, Jim Crow laws and the Civil Rights movement. Today, we have black men and women on the upper echelons of industry, entertainment and sports. People of different color have let down the race barrier and have assimilated. Sure, we have turbulent times now and again. But even that isn’t enough to justify the indictment of the Confederate flag and the entire white race-all because of a lone-nut assassin.

You know, you can take an ideology and attach it to any flag you want. Adolf Hitler took the swastika and flipped it around. But when you look at the Stars and Stripes, what do you see? Do you see “the freedom for which she stands?” G.W. Bush? Barack Obama? Or do you see one of the lesser known topics the government would rather not talk about?

Here’s a better question: when the world looks upon the flag of the United States of America, what do they see?

We can blame the Confederate flag all day long for the Charleston massacre, because it’s something real-something tangible. But it’s not responsible for Dylann Roof’s actions anymore than what it was when Fort Sumpter was fired upon. From 1861 to 1864, the Confederate States of America had a short lifespan. And like it or not, Confederacy history is American history. We shouldn’t be ashamed of our history, nor should we shy away from it. We should uncover it, no matter how unsavory the truth will be.

Dylann Roof will spend the rest of his life in prison, while victims families will have a chance to make an impact that far outweighs his actions. Services at Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church will thrive. In time to come, South Carolina will have to make a decision about their state flag.

Perhaps it’s time to move on.

All man’s ways seem right to him, but the LORD weighs the heart.

Proverbs 21:2


A couple of years ago, I went to a church where-if they did anything right-it was allowing members of the congregation to give testimony. I gave a few. But, as with everything else, there are exceptions to the rule.

There was a woman who would get up in front of the church, week after week, and she would give testimony. Now, I’m a firm believer that the Holy Spirit gives gifts as He sees fit. Some have the gift of tongues. Some have the gift of prophecy. Others healing. So on and so forth.

But this woman was an all together different animal.

It was sort of expected that she would get up, stand beside the podium and say this: God gave me a vision. Imagine hearing that for over a year. And it got to a point where her “visions” really had a sameness quality. Eventually, I tuned her out. The last person that I know of that God gave this many visions to was the Apostle John when he was exiled on the island of Patmos. It was at this point that I came across a scripture out of Ezekiel 13:

They say, “The Lord declares,” when the Lord has not sent them; yet they expect their words to be fulfilled. Have you not seen false visions and uttered lying divinations when you say, “The Lord declares,” though I have not spoken?

I say that to say this: in the coming days and weeks, (whether private or public) people will say of the Charleston church shooting, “God has a plan (or reason) for everything.”

God does have a plan and a reason for everything He does or allows. Why? I don’t know. I’m not God. And I’m not going to offer some fleshy, half hearted excuse that doesn’t console a person’s soul. Could the shooter have been racist? Absolutely! Could he have been a Satanist? Its a possibility.

But all of these are folly until we know the man’s motive. The only consolation we have in this life, and the families of that church have is Hebrews 4:15:

For we do not have a High Priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one that has been tempted in every way, just as we are-yet was without sin.

And John 16:33…

For I have told you these things that you may find peace in me. In this life, you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world!

Jesus Christ was dipped into the depravity of man kind to experience what we experience. He was hungry, tired, weary-He felt anger! Whether you’re a family or friend of the victims in Charleston, He knows how you feel all too well. Or, if you’re like me, and are saddened for the ones that this heinous crime was perpetrated on, He knows how you feel, too.

I will say this, though. That shooter deserves the death penalty.

Athiests will look on and say, “where is your God? Why does He allow this?”

I don’t know why He does. But as He knew all nine victims before they were born, He was right there to welcome them into Heaven with open arms.

Don’t argue with an atheist. If you want to offer up anything, offer up a prayer.


On January 21, 2008, when Barack Obama was sworn in as President of the United States, my mother sent this text message: well, we’re looking at the anti-Christ. Despite the tumultuous, disastrous eight years of the Bush administration-misinformation to the public, two failed wars with no exit strategy, sanctioned torture, and a White House that seemed untouchable-Barack Obama was the anti-Christ.
Granted, I’ve never been a fan of the President, but I’ve never likened him to the abomination that causes desolation, as spoken of by the prophet Daniel.

If the two-party paradigm has taught me one thing, it’s that they are a one big dysfunctional family. It seems that politicians on both sides of the aisle snipe for political leverage. One has to wonder if-during the presidential campaign season-members of the same party actually like one another.

Take for instance birthers. You know those people, right? The ones that said the President was born and raised in Kenya. (If I ever, in the six years of this blog’s existence, posted anything remotely close to the “birther” conspiracy, I don’t recall. But more than that, I don’t recall ever believing it.)

One of the people that seemed to grab hold of this theory was Sean Hannity. If there were a person that needed a fact checker in demand, its him.

Numerous times Hannity has fueled the flames of the birther theory, even denying that Obama has revealed his birth certificate. In March 2012, he had this to say:

Look, he did write about his early years, that he did study the Qur’an, that one of the most beautiful moments in life was prayer at sunset. So, I mean, he does have that background.

Now, I can’t deny that prayer at sunset is a beautiful thing, because I’ve never done it. In fact, my prayer life right now kind of sucks. However, at times, I’ve found pulling the hood of my sweatshirt over my head helpful. I’ve even contemplated buying a Jewish prayer shawl. But it’s an illustration of Hannity’s unbridled man-love for George W. Bush (heaven help us if Jeb is elected President) and his seething contempt for Obama.

In March of this year, Hannity sat down for an interview with Ted Cruz about his eligibility status to run for President.

There have been issues. You were born in Calgary, in Canada. Is there a birth certificate issue? Hannity said. I don’t mean to-I did look at social media today and it did come up a number of times. I want to give you a chance to address it.

Look, there’s political chatter on it, Cruz began. The facts are clear. I was born in Calgary. My parents-as a legal matter, my mother is an American citizen by birth. And it’s been federal law for over two centuries that the child of an American citizen born abroad is a citizen by birth, a natural-born citizen which is what the Constitution requires to run and several prior candidates have had this issue: John McCain was born in Panama; George Romney, Mitt’s dad, was born in Mexico, when his parents were Mormon missionaries down there and actually, Barry Goldwater-a lot of people don’t know this-was born in Arizona, before Arizona was a state. And so as a legal matter, the issue is quite straightforward, that if you or I travel abroad and we have a child that’s born abroad, and we’re American citizens, that child is a natural-born citizen.

Just to clarify, John McCain was born to parents that were both American citizens, while his father served in the military, on a military base. Ted Cruz’ father is Cuban and his mother, as previously stated, is American. Having one parent a natural-born citizen and coming into this world in another country, does not make you a natural-born citizen!

But, hell, let’s let the Constitution say it:

Section 1, Article 2: No person except a natural-born Citizen, or a Citizen of the United States, at the time of the Adoption of this Constitution, shall be eligible to the Office of the President; neither neither shall any Person be eligible of that Office who shall not have attained to the age of thirty-five years, and been fourteen years a resident within the United States.

As you can imagine, Hannity didn’t press Cruz on the matter. Has he fanned the proverbial flames of President Obama’s legitimacy for the sole purpose of political pandering? Or is Sean Hannity a closet conspiracy theorist?

As in the case with my mother, people dig themselves into their respective trenches, where they love the one and despise the other.

It has only been recently that Senator Cruz has renounced his Canadian citizenship in hopes of attaining the nation’s highest office. In my mind, a natural-born citizen is someone who was born within the boundaries of the United States, or one of its respective territories.

One parent American? One parent not? Born in another country. What do you think?

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Something Feels different. As I sit here at the keyboard-almost one o’clock in the morning-something feels completely and irrevocably different. Sweat forms on my brow as I struggle through writer’s block in search of my next sentence.

Writer’s block is maddening, you know. To have an idea or something as simple as introducing yourself to a new crowd of bloggers, to have that next word on the cusp of your fingertips, and yet-nothing.

See what I mean?

Oh. There you are. And here all along, I thought I was just talking to myself. Already, I’ve read and reread my introduction several times, because I want you to like my blog, reader. Yes, I want you to like it. You may not agree with my politics or conspiracy theories, but I want you to like it.

Some people take politics too seriously, I think. After all, I should know. At the height of my glory (cough), I was obsessed with not only politics, but conspiracy theories. For days, fictitious arguments with other people would rage in my head (I wish I were kidding about this part). The Kennedy assassination. 9/11. Bilderberg. The Council on Foreign Relations. How could someone not connect the dots?!

The world seemed to be an abysmal failure in my mind. And then, something happened. My marriage hit a brick wall. So I stepped away from this place and allowed us the time to heal-or, for me, the time to pray and hang on! But, as time passed, my blog seemed less and less relevant to the demands of my family. But here I am. I missed this place.

Do you like to read? Fiction or non-fiction? Personally, I prefer fiction. Non-fiction takes me too long to get through. But eventually I get there. Be that as it may, reading does something for me that this blog also does-it takes me out of my life and puts me in another universe.

People around me think I’m crazy for liking movies that don’t have a “happy” ending. Let me put it this way: if a story can bring me to tears or provoke me to thought, then the writer has done their job well. I can’t stomach the work by Janet Evonovich (I think that’s how you spell it) or James Patterson.

Have you tried reading either one’s work? Fragmented sentences. Character descriptions in a paragraph. Chapters, like, two or three pages long. Suffice it to say, I don’t like commercial fiction all that well. But if you do, more power to you.

Now, look at this! You’ve caught me rambling. Have I explained why something feels different?

It’s simple. In the four years I’ve left Waylon’s Revolution dormant (albeit with the occasional posting), things have changed. WordPress has changed. The world has changed. Politics, even, have changed. Has the blogging atmosphere changed?

After more than six-hundred posts, I have earned twelve followers. And in these last few days, I have gone through my comments and those who are following my blog, and I have come across a mystery. Most of them have vanished. I mean, they weren’t like myself. I gave a word of caution. I said that I was going away and didn’t know if I’d be back. But nothing from these people. A post one day, nothing the next. Where did they go?


I’ll leave you today and end this post with a final thought. If the midterm elections brought us anything besides the hilarious antics of Christine O’Donnell, I would’ve been happy. It was disheartening to see a woman whom espouses some of the same beliefs that I do fall under so much criticism. However, she had that same hokey, don’t cha now persona that Sarah Palin embodied. And I just couldn’t get behind that. Come to think of it, you don’t hear much from either one anymore.

In October 2010, I made a post titled Christine O’Donnell Ain’t No Friend of Bloggers. This is what she had to say:

What makes bloggers good makes them dangerous. They don’t have to answer to anybody. They can give a local story attention, but they can also publish rumors with no accountability. (Wilmington News-Journal, 1/7/07)

I argued then, as I do now, that others having the same blogging rights brings a natural balance to the blogosphere. And I questioned what that “accountability” would be. Can we really trust the government or some blog censorship to be impartial and respectful of the First Amendment rights of all?

As I said, the world has changed, WordPress has changed, my followers have changed (vanished), but my belief that blogs are one of the few places where the First Amendment is fought for in the trenches of free speech, still persists.

(In case some of you were wondering, according to Wikipedia, Christine O’Donnell works for the Washington Times.)