
Saint John the Evangelist, Gustave Dore
While researching several ideas for this essay, I started reading from Apocalypse of John, the last book in the Christian bible, called Revelations. Incidentally, the word apocalypse means revelation or that which is uncovered.
The word apocalypse comes from the Greek word apockalypsis, which means to uncover, reveal, lay bare, disclose, unveil, or divulge. The preferred pop culture and secondary meaning is universal or widespread destruction or disaster by the forces of evil.
Apocalypse of John is a compilation of his letters to the seven Roman provinces in Asia Minor, the area we call Turkey. John was concerned that these fledgling churches would stray from the newly formed faith in Christ and succumb to Roman politics. Part 1 of the book contains moral admonitions, and Part 2 is John’s visions and allegories for failing to observe the warnings and the resulting upheaval. Continue reading

This commentary speaks to America’s parallel with events that began in 1930s Germany and resulted in the meteoric rise of a right-wing group that eventually became the Nazi Party. But in America, it’s not the Nazis that worry me; it’s the Licentious Left that is most worrisome.
Something Brother David mentioned in his response to my last piece tickled “my little grey cells‘.”
In 1939 America marveled at Hollywood’s masterful adaptation of L. Frank Baum’s 1900 



My first sip of coffee is always magical – I know my morning routine is full-on, and I have a lot to accomplish. But today, incredulity stunts my ardor, derailing noteworthy thoughts and interrupting my course with inconceivable idiocy. It’s another WTF moment. Unfortunately, I’ve been having a lot of those lately.
It’s another day like every other – exactly the same but different. It began like every other day… except today, there was frost on everything.
I genuinely like early morning, so I comfortably slip into my daily routine…
I’m sitting here sipping coffee and slogging through what passes for news. I’m not sure what bothers me more, the lies or the inept leadership in America. It could be both…
The title is a curious military cliche that ricocheted through my consciousness as I sipped my morning coffee.