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Wednesday, March 11, 2009


J. Grant Swank, Jr.

B. Hussein should have hid his face. And that he did when signing the horrific spend mania bill that will trap future generations into the poverty pit.

But what else? Is not B. Hussein a product of his generation—over spending, maxing out, breathing ‘denial air’ till they drop?

Christ said that it is the love of money that is the root of all evil. It is not money. It is the love of money.

B. Hussein and lawmakers lust for money. We have lost leadership in DC. We have been crooked by Wall Street. Suck in America down the tubes, people. Such in America down the tubes.

It’s usually carnal desire that gets people in trouble. But currently it’s the love of money—greed.

Republicans are to blame as Dems are to blame. They have planted their earmarks everywhere. They are grubbing for the take, members of both parties.

This is the lowest moral base. Yet it stares us thrifty citizens in the face. How can we frugal ones expect to instruct our next generation on how to pinch the penny?

Well, reality-in-your-face seems to be the most adept teacher of that lesson. The next generation all of a sudden has found itself slapped without jobs and pay checks, without cash and savings. So that in itself presses the frugal curriculum, ready or not.

Is this is a good thing? Yes it is, though painful. Nevertheless, it is a soul healthy tonic.

America has overspent itself into rot. Now’s the time to settle accounts—for soul as well as body. It’s the moment of truth when people realize they can’t grab it all in a minute.

B. Hussein sets the tawdry example of how not to do it. May all those mob hysteriacs who pushed him into office suffer. May they suffer suffer suffer. Then may they learn how not to do it as hiding B. Hussein may be learning.

B. Hussein and madhouse overspending Congresspersons are the shame of the nation. We have little integrity in DC. Where, pray tell, is it?

Christ said he had nowhere to lay His head. He went about doing Father’s will, leaning on heaven for His next meal, obedient to the next assignment. He told His disciples to follow His example.

Instead, for the past two thousand years, many of Christ’s so-called leading disciples have overspent on themselves, decked their mansions with chandeliers, sucked in pension checks from the elderly in order to underwrite their own summer get-away and so forth and so forth.

Read “Evangelists who betray Jesus” at

How then could those money-loving “Christian” leaders discipline politicians overspending tax moneys? No wonder the silence from the leading pulpiteers.

Therefore, while B. Hussein, Marxist Muslim, slaps the nation’s wallet into confetti, he has no reputable spiritual disciplinarian to call him to judgment.

However, God is watching and God is meticulously tallying. That is why genuine believers await the fall of B. Hussein. “Pride goes before a fall.” B. Hussein is the egomaniac of the egomaniacs. He leads the pack. He will fall.

The more bloated his conceit, the heavier he will hit the turf. It could be soon. God knows the day and hour. B. Hussein will crease and fold, blowing away in disgrace.

The Word states that judgment comes to some before the Final Day and some after death. I believe B. Hussein’s judgment of divine condemnation will come before he breathes his last as well as at the Judgment Seat of Christ.

Hebrews 9:27: “It is appointed unto us once to die, but after that the judgment.”

Numbers 32:23: “Be sure your sin will find you out.”

Now B. Hussein hides out while signing the dastardly bill to jailhouse our children and us. But the time will come when God will drag him flailing from his corner to the center stage for the entire planet to witness B. Hussein’s folly.

Romans 14:10-12: “For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ.
For it is written, As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bow to me, and every tongue shall confess to God. So then every one of us shall give account of himself to God.”

“Every knee shall bow. . .” B. Hussein’s knees are wobbly. One day they’ll twist and wrinkle, weaken and fold.