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28 2026 A Refined Culture
I visited Ireland twice in my life. I enjoyed being in Ireland. I felt at home. Maybe because I'm Irish. It's good to be among your own kind. I prefer to be among my own kind. Among people I can relate to. People who understand my world view. Who were raised in the same environment I was. Who know what I mean when I say "you're nothing but a yellowhammer." There's probably only a handful of people alive who know what that actually means. Who heard that phrase from the time we were born and all through our lives. It was a local phrase used as an insult amongst us boys whenever we wanted to make fun of someone or tease someone. Also popular was the insult, "You were born in Brody's woods." You see I feel comfortable among those who I can relate to. Not only environment makes us who we are inside, but our ancestry also affects who we are. Bloodlines and families have meaning, have importance to who we are. We've grown up in a matrix that tries to place us in a slave mentality. A culture that attempts to divide us, not unify us. It tells us that if we don't think of everyone and everything the same that we are guilty of discrimination. Does anyone even realize what the word "discrimination" means? It's been changed to mean something derogatory. But I can't help as a thinking human being to discriminate. My taste buds can discriminate between vanilla ice cream and butter pecan. And I prefer butter pecan to vanilla. Does that mean I hate vanilla ice cream? No, it only means that I like butter pecan better. I like the Irish better than most people. Why? Because I can discriminate between what makes me feel comfortable and what doesn't. You know there's a difference between a person who is of Russian ancestry born in Siberia and a person who is of Celtic ancestry born in County Cork. I can relate a whole lot more to the person from Cork than the guy from Siberia. For one I understand the Irishman's language, because we both are native English speakers. Does that mean I hate all Russians? Of course not. I think they're fine people. I am just not one of them. I can tell the difference between night and day. I can discriminate. I have discriminating tastes. I know what I like. I don't have to pretend I am better than anyone else. I have no guilt in declaring that I enjoy being around some people and others I don't. That doesn't mean I'm any better than them. It justs means I feel more comfortable around those I can relate to. Ask yourself why the world is so divided and why the world is constantly putting down one race above another. Then you'll find the answer as to who the war is against. I remind myself never to fear and never to hate. I have no reason to fear and I have no reason to hate. I believe Jesus will balance the scales in the end. I have a right to defend who I am, but I also realize I can't fight the world. So let God fight my battles and I'll continue to show love and be bold in proclaiming the truth.
I visited Ireland twice in my life. I enjoyed being in Ireland. I felt at home. Maybe because I'm Irish. It's good to be among your own kind. I prefer to be among my own kind. Among people I can relate to. People who understand my world view. Who were raised in the same environment I was. Who know what I mean when I say "you're nothing but a yellowhammer." There's probably only a handful of people alive who know what that actually means. Who heard that phrase from the time we were born and all through our lives. It was a local phrase used as an insult amongst us boys whenever we wanted to make fun of someone or tease someone. Also popular was the insult, "You were born in Brody's woods." You see I feel comfortable among those who I can relate to. Not only environment makes us who we are inside, but our ancestry also affects who we are. Bloodlines and families have meaning, have importance to who we are. We've grown up in a matrix that tries to place us in a slave mentality. A culture that attempts to divide us, not unify us. It tells us that if we don't think of everyone and everything the same that we are guilty of discrimination. Does anyone even realize what the word "discrimination" means? It's been changed to mean something derogatory. But I can't help as a thinking human being to discriminate. My taste buds can discriminate between vanilla ice cream and butter pecan. And I prefer butter pecan to vanilla. Does that mean I hate vanilla ice cream? No, it only means that I like butter pecan better. I like the Irish better than most people. Why? Because I can discriminate between what makes me feel comfortable and what doesn't. You know there's a difference between a person who is of Russian ancestry born in Siberia and a person who is of Celtic ancestry born in County Cork. I can relate a whole lot more to the person from Cork than the guy from Siberia. For one I understand the Irishman's language, because we both are native English speakers. Does that mean I hate all Russians? Of course not. I think they're fine people. I am just not one of them. I can tell the difference between night and day. I can discriminate. I have discriminating tastes. I know what I like. I don't have to pretend I am better than anyone else. I have no guilt in declaring that I enjoy being around some people and others I don't. That doesn't mean I'm any better than them. It justs means I feel more comfortable around those I can relate to. Ask yourself why the world is so divided and why the world is constantly putting down one race above another. Then you'll find the answer as to who the war is against. I remind myself never to fear and never to hate. I have no reason to fear and I have no reason to hate. I believe Jesus will balance the scales in the end. I have a right to defend who I am, but I also realize I can't fight the world. So let God fight my battles and I'll continue to show love and be bold in proclaiming the truth.
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