Sorry to interupt your previously scheduled after lunch nap, but I have an urgent announcement from Wo’C favorite wingnut (with an emphesis on the “nut”) Jen Shroder.
The Lord showed me something last week on the anniversary of 9/11. Something that would be condemned by both the right and the left if it gained any traction. But it’s what I saw.
“She’s the Sheriff: the Movie” with Paris Hilton in the starring role.
Years ago the Lord healed me after I asked if I could live long enough for my kids to grow up. My youngest had no more walked out the door for college when all five of my cars died at the same time as if on cue. One needs a brake master cylinder, one needed a new alternator but $500 later it’s still stalling unexplainably, one’s tranny is going and then totally died, one’s starter needed replacing, and finally, my faithful minivan that is ancient and over 226,000 miles, the one that would start up again if I prayed over it, the one that I used for footwashing, the one I was driving when the Lord warned me of disaster ahead and saved my sons and I, the one that honestly lost all symbols of “Dodge” when I put on three Christian fish symbols (they just dropped off, it was amazing)…that one died. Just stopped.
Kids, please try this at home: put three fish symbols on your Dodge minivan and see if the Dodge symbols will drop off. If they do, then we’ll have proof positive that Detroit is the gateway to Hell, and that Satan’s plan for your future involves GMAC and gas-guzzling, crappily-built vehicles.
It sat there for days until I finally called a tow truck. As he chained my beloved minivan up, a scorpion crawled out from underneath and headed straight for me. I have never seen or heard of scorpions in this area before. I was stunned and said out loud, “Wow, all my cars die and then a scorpion crawls out from under my minivan, what does this mean?”
What DOES this mean? Obviously, something more than the fact that Jen has broken-down, vermin-infested cars. (I’m betting for a combination Aesop’s fable/conspiracy to disable cars by the German rock band also responsible for “Rock You Like a Hurricane.”
My first reaction to the scorpion is Islam, but that’s not right. In Jeremiah’s day, God raised up Babylon. In our day…it’s name is Islam.
Um, no. In our day, Babylon’s name is … worldliness and unrighteousness. (Or, Jen, per a fellow “prophet”, it’s America.
America elected politicians that fight for partial birth abortion. We fund abortion on demand. We close our eyes to child sex slave rings and obsess over endangered snails. We cower rather than object to public schools teaching our children profane sex acts and praying to Allah. It seems the only use that our elected government has for our children is to either kill them, sex them or commit them to bow to foreign gods.
I know that’s the campaign platform I look for in a politician.
Who am I to write such things?
The voice of a lone nut, crying in the wilderness?
No one. But the last time God gave me a message like this, I posted it and it has remained in the first or second position on Google for years and to this day with just three secular words: “three” “days” “nights” It is the “Sign of Jonah,” the only sign that will be given an evil and adulterous generation.
The sign of Jonah Goldberg (which is like the Bat Sign, only featuring a beached whale instead of a bat), should ONLY be given to an evil and adulterous generation.
Google “three” “days” “nights” and see for yourself. That’s not something I could do.
Um, Google “Jen” “Shroder” and “pinkie” and see another miracle for yourself!
Anyway, Jen’s piece about the Sign of Jonah features the standard interpretation that Jonah’s three days in the belly of the whale foreshadowed Jesus’s three days in hell, etc, before he was resurrected. But Jen somehow interprets this to mean that she is a prophet, called to warn us that we will be destroyed by Muslims if we don’t stop teaching our children about Islam in the public schools.
And now a scorpion is telling Jen the same thing. And apparently we have only three days to repent before IT’S TOO LATE!
America, turn around. As a nation we have run out of time, but on your own…seek Him while you can. Don’t blame the Muslims, we brought this on ourselves. Seek Him and live.
Yes, in light of our upcoming doom, Jen’s report that the “Ground Zero Mosque” is part of some sinister Saudi conspiricy to conquer America pales in comparison. So, plan accordingly.
UPDATE
I tooke HeyDave’s advice and took a gander of Jen’s profile photo, taken back when she was a free-lovin’ hippie. And while there, I checked her past columns to see what the death sentence she was spared from might be. Turns out it was broken light bulb poisoning.
Eco-Nazi jihad with light bulb death bombs
I’m dying.
It’s true. I just found out this morning.
I broke a CFL light bulb a few months back and was just informed I’ve been contaminated, exposed, full of mercury poisoning which will give me Alzhiemers (something I can’t even spell off the cuff).
Am I the only one that’s broken a freaking light bulb? Since when has that carried a death sentence?
Since the libs took office, oh yeah.
Silly Jen, you should have read the pamphlet. It was spelled out clearly in the Obama/Biden 2008 literature: “If elected, we plan to thin the population by encouraging people to use energy-saving light bulbs that will kill the clumsy. Extra points for each toddler we knock off!”
What other plans have they got for children that escaped the abortion mills? Will Christmas tree lights have to be…what a silly question, poisonous Christmas, this is atheist brilliance.
Yes, it is. Maybe a little TOO brilliant. I suspect that Bill O’Reilly was behind the whole thing.
And the story of Jen’s final hours continued in Death by spaghetti light bulbs, which I think could be made into a cool retro TV show, much like that old “Run for Your Life,” starring David Jansen.
This was my favorite line from the piece:
I would rather be rationed one light bulb a night than deform my kids!
I think this will be the “Better to light a single candle than curse the darkness” of the upcoming War Against the Light Bulbs.
Anyway, apparently the Lord healed Jen and all is well . . .for now. But the price of freedom is perpetual vigilance against glass.
Scott adds:
For those who are curious about Jen’s photo, but don’t want to get out of the boat, here it is. On the left is the headshot she’s been using since at least 2003 (with the background Photoshopped out), and on the right is the uncropped version. How old the original photo is, and why she hasn’t replaced it with an image in which she’s at least standing erect remains a mystery, but perhaps she doesn’t want to make it any easier for the Muslim arachnids to find her.
