Diego Maradona has died, and he is the best striker I have seen. He was my age. When I was a kid, my hero was Hurst, but I had just started school in 1966 and did not see it as I did when Argentina won the world cup. He was worshiped. Vox Day has written an encomium, which gives an example of this.
I was once at a soccer game and talking to a Frenchman about the upcoming World Cup. When I asked him who he was supporting after the French national team - most World Cup viewers have distinct second favorites and little boys will usually provide you with a list of their favorites in each group - he looked rather knowing and told me "one guess" before pulling up his shirt.
The entire left side of his torso was covered with a tattooed bust of Maradona.
Maradona was a genius with his foot. He never recovered from that, spent far too much time in a wine bottle, and that, gentlemen, will not help you live long and well. Nihil malum mortui dicerunt is a partial lie. We should learn from the greatness others do, but also from their faults. When the time for sports is over and the injuries mount up; when you can't do the job to the standard you want to, then do something else. Do that well or badly. But continue to do things.
Maradona should teach us that being the subject of worship is bad for you. The reason that the prophets and preachers will be ashamed will be that they will have been seen as things worshiped, and not pointing to the worship of God.
Post modern post humans particularly included. Revelations has something about the number of the beast. The push towards cyborgs and implanted means of payment fits with that.
13 “On that day there shall be a fountain opened for the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem, to cleanse them from sin and uncleanness.
2 “And on that day, declares the Lord of hosts, I will cut off the names of the idols from the land, so that they shall be remembered no more. And also I will remove from the land the prophets and the spirit of uncleanness. 3 And if anyone again prophesies, his father and mother who bore him will say to him, ‘You shall not live, for you speak lies in the name of the Lord.’ And his father and mother who bore him shall pierce him through when he prophesies.
4 “On that day every prophet will be ashamed of his vision when he prophesies. He will not put on a hairy cloak in order to deceive, 5 but he will say, ‘I am no prophet, I am a worker of the soil, for a man sold me in my youth.’ 6 And if one asks him, ‘What are these wounds on your back?’ he will say, ‘The wounds I received in the house of my friends.’
7 “Awake, O sword, against my shepherd,
against the man who stands next to me,”
declares the Lord of hosts.
“Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered;
I will turn my hand against the little ones.
8 In the whole land, declares the Lord,
two thirds shall be cut off and perish,
and one third shall be left alive.
9 And I will put this third into the fire,
and refine them as one refines silver,
and test them as gold is tested.
They will call upon my name,
and I will answer them.
I will say, ‘They are my people’;
and they will say, ‘The Lord is my God.’”
6 Then I saw another angel flying directly overhead, with an eternal gospel to proclaim to those who dwell on earth, to every nation and tribe and language and people. 7 And he said with a loud voice, “Fear God and give him glory, because the hour of his judgement has come, and worship him who made heaven and earth, the sea and the springs of water.”
8 Another angel, a second, followed, saying, “Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great, she who made all nations drink the wine of the passion of her sexual immorality.”
9 And another angel, a third, followed them, saying with a loud voice, “If anyone worships the beast and its image and receives a mark on his forehead or on his hand, 10 he also will drink the wine of God's wrath, poured full strength into the cup of his anger, and he will be tormented with fire and sulphur in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the Lamb. 11 And the smoke of their torment goes up for ever and ever, and they have no rest, day or night, these worshippers of the beast and its image, and whoever receives the mark of its name.”
12 Here is a call for the endurance of the saints, those who keep the commandments of God and their faith in Jesus.
13 And I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.” “Blessed indeed,” says the Spirit, “that they may rest from their labours, for their deeds follow them!”
There is an idol of this age, and pagan best coming. Note what it hates. Gab, where I get my memes from. A united society: if there a re not real hate crimes that fit their narrative, they will manufacture them. This does not fit their narrative.
This did not bring glory to God. Satan liked it. You can tell the moral quality of an idea by its ends.
Here’s a story for you. A female, 4’9” lady from Bangladesh got a scholarship to study a Masters in Linguistics in Australia, but her sole purpose was to carry out a terror attack.
She practiced by stabbing her mattress, which alarmed her host family and got her shifted to another that was not warned about her stabby nature. Then she stabbed her landlord, apparently an Indian migrant. He survived.
Bloody roundabout way for a Bangladeshi to go about stabbing an Indian but there have it.
Now behind bars, the tiny tot terrorist is accused of stabbing a fellow prisoner in another terror-motivated attack. This victim also survived.
What are we called to do in these times? Endure. Continue in the faith. Though our preachers converge and worship the spirit of the age. I think the current fashion for tattoos is a shaping of society so they will accept tracking codes, not on their phone (though I note that the Australian Intelligence service is exploiting those apparently private data sets already) but in our skin.
It will be the new form of masks. It will align us with the spirit of this age, and the worship of degeneration.
And the doom of those who take that step, who deem themselves post human, eternal, and ageless, will be terrible. The current elite want our worship and our mindless obedience, They want us at home, eating food manufactured our of commodity corn and soy, living a fantasy until we are no longer viable economic units, and are commanded to euthanize ourselves.
They do not want us, nor they they deem us, to be be human.
And their fate will come to them. They are choosing it deliberately.
Do not he their ally. Instead, give vlorty to God. As an act of will. Endurance is hard, but needed: for the times are harder than the Pravda of this day is allowed to admit.
So do not be them.