Wag the Dog

This past week, we have been both amazed and amused at the extravagance given to Michael Jackson, his qualities, his exuberant lifestyle, and finally, his questionable death. Shelia Jackson Lee, the black congress woman from Texas, introduced house bill number 600, legislating Michael Jackson as a national idol. The American people have enough idols, human beings, on which they lavish their adulation but as I have said thousands of times in speaking and writings, “Why should we be amazed when pagans act like pagans?”

Another American idol, Elvis Presley, born poor but talented, again, in 1977, died very much like Michael Jackson, a product of excess and drug addiction. His 1960 Series 75 Fleetwood Limousine cost around $100,000. The Gold Cadillac was fitted with virtually every luxury accessory that money could buy. Inside and out, the style was pure Elvis and as 'over-the-top' as Graceland and Neverland themselves. The passenger compartment and the trunk were upholstered in white pearled leather-grained vinyl and imported gold-colored crushed velvet. The floor was carpeted in white sheepskin. The interior metal trim and upholstery buttons were plated in 24-karat gold, as were the engraved dashboard plaque and the gold records set into the headlining. Gold lame curtains covered the back windows and separated the front and back seats. Elvis loved gadgets, and the Gold Cadillac was crammed with them — all gold-plated, of course! They included dual French-made radio-telephones, an anti-theft system, a shoe buffer, electric clippers, a refrigerator, a bar and a state-of-the-art entertainment system that included a multi-speaker stereo system, 10-disc auto-changer record player, tape deck, AM-FM radio, and a gold-plated swivel-mounted color TV.

Elvis, like Michael, was buried in a gold casket, but he had no appreciation for his demise. Louis the 14th, Sun God, King of France, was buried in a gold casket. At his funeral in Notre Dame, the presiding cardinal reached over and extinguished the large candle lighting the great cathedral, showing the splendor of the gold casket, and said, “He thought he was the light of the world, now he knows.” I hope the King of Pop, King of Rock, Sun God, were all on speaking terms with the King of Kings.
Erma Bombeck said, “Don't confuse fame with success. Think of Madonna and Helen Keller.” Think of the great missionaries of the world, whose passion of life was the salvation of the souls of people who had never heard the gospel. Think of the world's great doctors, scientists, preachers. Think of John Calvin, who did not retire, he died. He died, having been known for his expository preaching, support of the republic form of government, his promotion of hard work. In spite of poor health, reformers like Calvin and Spurgeon lived to preach.

As a long time member and supporter of the Southern Baptist Convention, believing like the great preachers Truett, Criswell, and Lee, that salvation comes through hearing the Word of God, that the preaching of God's Word in its fullness inspired, inerrant, omnipotent, omniscient, is the duty of every believer, not only to believe on Christ, but to live the Gospel in faith before the world (Philippians 1:29). The entire world would have been saved long ago, if Christians lived their faith before the world. (1 Corinthians 10:21) I am sickened by the infiltration of Satan into the Southern Baptist Convention by reports of the preaching of Mark Driscoll; using profanity in the pulpit, using R rated movies in related services, using the theology found in the fourth chapter of Acts, etc., that one can be theologically conservative and culturally liberal. Like a stray dog, who has “taken up” at your house, you can run him off the porch, you can haul him out of town, but he will beat you back to your house because he thinks he has found a home. As Adam and Eve were beguiled in the garden, so Satan continues to beguile. Satan is always thrilled by unchanged lives; that believers are still seduced to the enticing culture of pagans. Look at christiannymphos.org on your computer, and learn the extent to which these pretenders have sunk to sink God's church.

The fly thinks he wants the fly paper until he gets stuck and then cannot get away. No living breathing human being, saved or unsaved, is stuck where he starts. No church, gnostic or redeemed, is stuck where it starts. It is time to un-stick individuals and churches from those assembled in convention to proclaim God's victory.

“But he answered and said, It is written, man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.” (Matthew 4:4) When God designed this planet, He placed every element we would ever need (The elements in the periodic table have never changed, nor have their atomic weight) every element that a plant would need to produce grain for bread. Bread has every element man needs to sustain life. The ultimate source in everything on your table is God.

Many of us watched Jim and Tammy Baker as they preached their prosperity gospel and were astonished at their extravagant lifestyle (many expensive homes, Rolls Royce cars, etc.). I personally knew Henry Harrison, their announcer, and knew that he knew better than to be affiliated with this type of embarrassment. Henry, his first wife, were reared in eastern North Carolina. He was a local radio station manager and member of a Southern Baptist Church in Goldsboro, NC. I attended a banquet with him at one time, and know that he knows the truth about Christian servitude. Baker, after his prison stay, has asked forgiveness for leading people astray. In his book, he states, “I was wrong.” How is it possible for the human mind, the Christian heart, to study God's precious Word and come away still so misinformed about His processes and promises? How is it possible, (Bible school or seminary trained) for preachers and teachers of the Gospel, who have spent time in personal prayer with the Creator of the universe, to come away uninformed and ready to misinform? God has one message, it has not changed, but His message, sin's ruin and Christ's redemption, has changed lives, countries, the world.

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.” (Galatians 5:22-23)
The Holy Spirit of God, I can say without fear of contradiction, will make you a new creature. It is cellular, interstitial, it monopolizes every breath of your body. These liberal, gnostic pastors and preachers, like Dr. Gene Scott, (pastor University Cathedral L.A., brilliant theologian, lifestyle an embarrassment with cigars when preaching, dancing girls on the pulpit, etc.) should have learned, long ago, that the unsaved world reads the gospel of you, more than they read the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

We have no idea what God's ministry is, or how His ministry we do know, has changed the world. Nor do we know how precious are His promises, or the cross which we must bear. (I Corinthians 2:9) The only thing we do know, and I can proclaim this without hesitation, that we take joy in knowing Him, the power of His resurrection, the fellowship of His suffering. (Philippians 3:10)

O Master, let me walk with Thee,
In lowly paths of service free;
Tell me Thy secret; help me bear
The strain of toil, the fret of care.
(Christian Hymn)

Mady King's House

One of the longest running Broadway plays, and a very popular movie of the last century, was, “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas.” Every town has one, after all, it is the world's oldest way of earning a living. Outside one local town, near an Air Force base, Air Force officers' wives made extra money for their family by working in such a place. The small town near where I was reared, and where I worked for many years, had a very notorious house of public repute. The proprietor was Mady King and it was called Mady King's House. The house was just across the railroad tracks in a largely industrial and black residential area. It was a large brick house with nice lawns which really did not appear to be in the right section of town.

One of my aunts worked in the best ladies' clothing store in town. Most of my information about Mady I gathered from my aunt. The store was owned by a migrant Lebanese and he prized this big spender whore. In fact, it was only her clothes that were delivered to her house in his large Cadillac. My aunt, they had returned from WWII and were trying to buy a house, only had two nice dresses which she alternated wearing to work. Like my mother and grandmothers, she wore homemade underwear, but Mady bought the finest lingerie, never looked at a price and she purchased the most expensive clothing. Someone asked her about the local Senator who was a regular customer and she said, “His money is green, too.”

The best whorehouse in NC is located in back of the State Capitol in Raleigh on Jones Street. It is the State Legislative building. This week, the longest serving Senator, 42 years, was indicted for shooting one of his young “boyfriends”. Of course, everyone in state government, all his constituents, have known about his “attractions”. But, as one of my friends, a member of the legislature, told me, “He is a Democrat and we take care of him.” Same can be said for the local Senator from this area, an unashamed lesbian. Her court case in Raleigh, in which she had a custody trial over the child of her “partner”, her addiction to foul language and illicit drugs, made headlines. But, the Democrats, in lock step, voted for her. One black, Democrat preacher told me, “Any vote that will make white people look bad, is what we are after.” Our local black representative, in prison, was convicted of corruption. The black preacher said, “He is our black representative.” So, Democrats in control of the legislature for over 100 years, anything goes. My mother would weep, the Republican poll watcher in our area, as she saw and related the corruption of Democrat politics. Even now, several prominent Democrats, including the Speaker of the House, are in prison. The gingerbread house, Governor's Mansion on Blount Street, has been called, “North Carolina's most expensive house of prostitution.” The last governor and his wife, both lawyers, pushed the envelope about as far as they could with political, nepotism, “good ol'boy” shenanigans.

In my lifetime, as a staunch conservative, coming from parents, grandparents, great grandparents, who were conservative, hard working, God fearing, tax paying citizens, I have seen the decadent people of society put into government office and jobs simply because they were Democrats. The one thing I will never understand, is how blacks and Jews, the most discriminated, despised people on earth (Margaret Sanger, founder of Democrat Planned Parenthood, call blacks “weeds”), can vote democrat, as they always do, when they have seen the corruption of the Democrat Party, even to public school teaching jobs, public highway jobs, members of college and county school boards.

In my lifetime, I saw the first three blacks recognized by the Democrat Party. A dentist from Charlotte, an insurance man from Durham and a funeral director from Goldsboro. Until then, the blacks did not even serve on their own predominately black college boards. Whites were appointed by the Democrats to serve on the black college boards of trustees. Blacks had their own medical groups, ministerial groups, and after the integration of public universities, black ball players rode on a separate bus from white ball players, etc.

Mady King was the first house of prostitution to use both black and white girls in her troop. Now we go to the federal level. The best whorehouse in Washington, DC is on Pennsylvania Ave., where, with your tax dollars, senators and representatives are bought and sold on a daily basis. Imagine, Nelson of Nebraska paid millions for his vote, Landrieu from Louisiana paid $300 million for her vote...she makes Kingfish Huey Long proud. Of course, just before Democrats controlled all three political branches of government (White House, House and Senate), the Republicans had the same opportunity. When you think of the Bushes, and other RINOs, do not think Republican, conservative, or even Christian, unless conservative Republicans, real Republicans, can do better than Bush 41 and 43, Dole and McCain, as well as such RINOs as Maine's two Senators, or South Carolina's Graham, or else nothing will change.

It is reported that Mrs. McCain got the great beer distributorship in Vietnam (Mrs. McCain, one of the world's wealthiest women, distributor of Budweiser) because her husband, the Senator, did not offer much pressure on Vietnam to produce MIA's or other war questions. Mrs. Dole lost in North Carolina because of her husband and her laxity in caring for her constituents. She may not have had as many activities as John Edwards, who would not even answer a letter, but it went too far when her constituents, such as this writer, were instructed to contact Raleigh, not Washington. I knew who to contact in Raleigh.

The presidency has become a protection racket . The favorite phrase of George W. Bush, “I have protected you from terrorism.” Now, with the Obama/Napolitano duo, “We will protect you from terrorism.” The plane load of people, almost fried on Christmas Day, when every ne'er do well employee of the airline failed, would question one's flying. This rider would not get on a plane for love or money. It should scare one to death reading this morning's news that last night in the city of Karachi, Pakistan, where I have spent many days, that a house exploded where, evidently, bombs were being made. There were vests for suicide bombers, etc. There are probably such places in this country.

Today would have been Elvis Presley's 75^th birthday. As a young man ready to study at the medical facilities at the University of Tennessee, Memphis, in 1952, I was in a cheap apartment house on the lower end of Washington Ave. right next to then Le Bonheur Children's Hospital. Across the street, in a dilapidated apartment house, were refugees from Mississippi. One, a young guy, each Saturday night would put a bass fiddle on top of his car and he and some other young guys would take off for a gig. This was my first introduction to Elvis Presley.

Presley, in 1970, wanted to meet President Nixon. He went to Washington, wrote out a letter to him on American Airlines stationary and delivered it to guards at the White House from his limousine. Nixon was a great admirer of Presley and I can just hear him now when the guard brought the letter to him, “Find him, bring him back to meet me.” When Presley walked into the Oval Office in full regalia, there was instant love between these two kings, the “King of America” and the “King of Rock-n-Roll”.

Obama is very much like Nixon, he loves greatness. No one knows the exact amount he spent to become president but close to $1 billion. When Obama leaves in disgrace, like Nixon, he will suffer from the disgrace of it all. Like the new President of Angola, flying the black and white Angolan flag, putting on a big show in the African Cup games, while, after a 27 year civil war, the country is in economic chaos. Like the Kenyan born president, both are trying to spend themselves into honor.