Wayne Matthews again filled in this weekend for False Prophet Ronald Weinland who is vacationing in Club Fed and wearing out #2 pencils.
Johnny Harrell tacked a few announcements on the beginning of the pre-recorded sermon. He started out by instructing feast coordinators to plan for next year’s feast. Comments have been left that attendance at this year’s feast was diminished, and rumblings are that some have delayed their departure from PKG until after the feast. I expect that there will be fewer in attendance next year.
And a larger percentage may be elders of some type. Johnny announced the ordinations to associate elder of John from Washington state, Stacy and Eric from Ohio, and Phillip from England. People who abandon their family to drink Weinland’s Flavor Aid are eventually rewarded with meaningless titles.
Wayne had a mixture of nonsensical ideas and common sense in a rant against porn on the Internet and drugs. He suggested that ISPs should censor all the content on their servers and their failure to do so is because of the love of money. No thought about the practicality of doing that. Also suggested that the failure of the war on drugs is because government won’t take the necessary steps such as eradicating drugs while still crops in the field. But then he went on to point that porn and drugs would not exist if people didn’t consume them.
Well, duh. I would point out that false prophets would not be sending out thousands of copies of their nonsense if people would simply not listen. And false prophets would not be in prison for failing to pay the taxes on personal expenses like buying BMWs for their family members and shipping them in both directions across the Atlantic if people did not send them money.
Wayne criticized human reasoning justifying euthanasia as merciful. Never mind the human reasoning that throwing people into the Lake of Fire is merciful. Criticizing a scoffer or mocker brings shame. Wonder if Ron felt shame when this blog continued on years after he issued a death curse, and if he felt any shame when telling me to get a life (“Go Fishing!!”).