Once again we are being warned for the near future end of the world.
This time the harbinger of our collective doom are the four blood moons that are supposed to occur this year.
We read the predictions and we would be lying if we said we didn’t have a little shiver run up or spine of down or leg. But overtime we hear of the pending end of the world we think of our daughter and we smile.
Our daughter was born in the Latin year 1984 which was also the Hebrew year 5745. Numbers are counted with Hebrew letters and sometimes those numbers end up spelling a word. In our daughters year the ward was Tishmad which translates to the year of destruction. )That was also the reason Orwell chose 1984 for his novel of a dystopia future by the way.)
Orwell was not alone. A lot of people for a lot of years were predicting that the end of the world would happen in 1984. Or if not the end then something pretty bad with a lot of destruction. For most people however there was about the average amount of destruction in 1984 and the world certainly didn’t end. And for us 1984 brought us the miracle of creation in our daughter.
The moral of this story is that for all the omens and portents out they only in hindsight are they 20/20. And only then by shear luck.
It weren’t the Ides of March that were dangerous to Julius Caesar but rather all those other ancient Romans with daggers.
So we aren’t to worry about blood moons no matter how many of them happen to show up in the night sky.
What really gives us the here jibes is that the world’s safety and security for the near future is now being negotiated with Iran by Barack Obama and John Kerry. We did not have to consult a Ouija board to see that revelation but merely to listen to the news.
So far this dynamic duo of dumb and dumber have been absolutely, positively and emphatically wrong about every foreign policy decision in the past seven years. Their mistakes have resulted in the deaths of tens of thousands of people who while mostly not Americans put their lives on the line trusting American promises and America’s word of honor.
Words are cheap and from the Ukraine to Damascus to South Sudan to Iraq so are lives.
Our fear is not of blood moons or years with cryptic Hebraic messages. Our fear is that the morons tasked with protecting us are selling our lives down the river for the worthless promises of insane mullahs. That is what really scares us that and black cats walking under a ladder.