Monday, March 9, 2026

What If They Are Wrong? Prophecy Whisperers, Armageddon Theology and the Souls of American Soldiers by Michael A. Smith, Ongoing Contributor

 



WHAT IF THEY ARE WRONG?


Prophecy Whisperers, Armageddon Theology, and the Souls of American Soldiers



Michael Smith




WHAT IF THEY ARE WRONG?

There is a question that ought to be reverberating through every church, every seminary, every Pentagon briefing room, and every chamber of the United States Congress right now, and it is not being asked nearly loudly enough: What if they are wrong?

What if the men and women who have convinced themselves — and, far more dangerously, convinced the President of the United States and the commanders of the American military--that we are living inside the last chapters of the Book of Revelation--have simply gotten it catastrophically, irreversibly wrong?

The reports now surfacing in the aftermath of American and Israeli strikes against Iran are not merely troubling. They are, to anyone who takes both theology and democratic governance seriously, a five-alarm crisis. According to multiple accounts, American military commanders read to their troops on the eve of the attack a message framing their mission not in terms of national security, not in terms of international law, not even in terms of alliance obligations--but in terms of cosmic destiny. The soldiers cheered. They were told they were fighting a righteous battle to hasten the return of King Jesus.

Let that settle for a moment. The armed forces of the secular constitutional republic of the United States of America — a republic whose First Amendment was written precisely to prevent the entanglement of governmental power with religious conviction--went to war in the Middle East, at least in part because some of their leaders believe they are instruments of biblical prophecy.

The Prophecy Whisperers in the Oval Office

I have spent nearly four decades inside American evangelical Christianity. I know this world from the inside out--its extraordinary generosity, its genuine piety, its remarkable capacity for community and compassion. I also know its shadow side, and nowhere does that shadow fall more darkly than in the world of charismatic prophecy that has encircled Donald Trump since at least 2015.

There is a community of self-styled prophets--figures prominent in charismatic and New Apostolic Reformation circles--who have been whispering into Trump’s ear a narrative of singular destiny. Chief among them is Paula White-Cain, the televangelist prosperity gospel preacher who served as Trump’s official White House faith advisor and who has publicly declared that opposition to Trump is, in her words, opposition to God himself. White-Cain is not a fringe figure operating at the edges of this movement. She held a government title. She led prayer at his inauguration. She has functioned as Trump’s primary ecclesiastical interpreter, the person who translates the language of charismatic prophecy into terms a president can absorb and act upon. The narrative she and her fellow travelers have consistently pressed runs roughly as follows: God spared Donald Trump from assassination not once but twice because he is divinely chosen. He is a Cyrus figure, an instrument of God’s sovereign will, appointed to serve as the vehicle through which the prophetic clock of the end times is finally moved to midnight. The strikes against Iran are not geopolitical decisions. They are the opening movements of Armageddon — the gathering of the nations for the final battle, the very conflict that will compel the visible, physical return of Jesus Christ to the earth as conquering King.

I want to pause here and speak directly to those among my readers who hold dispensationalist convictions themselves--who have read Revelation through the premillennial grid, who find the Rapture a meaningful and scripturally grounded hope, and who may feel that what follows is an attack on their faith. It is not. Sincere, intelligent Christians have held versions of these prophetic views for generations, and the personal hope of Christ’s return is woven through the New Testament in ways no serious reader can dismiss. My concern is not with private eschatological belief. It is with something categorically different: the weaponization of that belief system as a justification for war, the use of prophetic language to override constitutional deliberation, and the subordination of democratic accountability to a theological timetable that no human being — not Paula White-Cain, not any self-appointed prophet — has the authority to set.

This is not a fringe interpretation whispered in obscure corners of the internet. It is being preached from prominent pulpits, broadcast across the largest Christian media networks in America, and — if the reports about pre-combat briefings are accurate — delivered to American troops in the field. The premillennial dispensationalist framework that underlies this thinking has been a staple of American popular Christianity since the publication of John Nelson Darby’s theology in the nineteenth century and its mass popularization through the Scofield Reference Bible and, later, Hal Lindsey’s The Late Great Planet Earth and Tim LaHaye’s Left Behind series. Tens of millions of American Christians have absorbed this interpretive grid as though it were Scripture itself, when in fact it is a relatively recent theological invention with no consensus support in the history of Christian doctrine.

Netanyahu’s Calculation

Benjamin Netanyahu is many things, but he is not a fool, and he is certainly not a premillennial dispensationalist. Polling consistently shows that approximately 93 percent of Israeli Jews identify as secular or only loosely religious. The eschatological dreams of American evangelicals--in which the Jewish people are finally converted to Christianity at the climax of the tribulation period — are, to put it gently, not a vision that most Israelis find flattering or compelling.

Netanyahu uses American evangelical theology the way a skilled contractor uses a borrowed tool: effectively, efficiently, and with no particular emotional attachment to the implement itself. What Netanyahu wants is American political cover, American weaponry, American diplomatic protection at the United Nations, and American acquiescence to Israeli regional ambitions. The evangelical prophecy machine provides the domestic political pressure that delivers those things. The transaction is cynical on one side and sincere on the other, which is precisely what makes it so durable and so dangerous.

Ambassador Huckabee and the Covenant He Did Not Read Carefully Enough

Which brings us to a moment of extraordinary theological carelessness that occurred this week on national television. Mike Huckabee — ordained Baptist minister, former governor of Arkansas, and current United States Ambassador to Israel — appeared on Sean Hannity’s program and declared that God’s covenant promise to Abraham in the book of Genesis establishes Israel’s divine right to possess all the land from the Mediterranean Sea to the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, encompassing much of present-day Iraq and Iran.

One would expect a man who has spent his adult life in the Christian ministry to have read Genesis with slightly more care.

Here is the problem with Huckabee’s interpretation, and it is not a minor exegetical quibble — it is a foundational error that unravels the entire argument. When God made the covenant promise recorded in Genesis 12, 15, and 17, Abraham had no children. None. Isaac, through whom the nation of Israel would descend by way of his son Jacob, had not yet been born. Neither had Ishmael, through whom the Arab nations would trace their lineage. Neither had the six sons Abraham would later father with his wife Keturah after Sarah’s death. The text of Genesis is unambiguous: the promise was made to Abraham’s seed--all of Abraham’s seed--before any of that seed existed.

By Huckabee’s own logic--that the land belongs to the descendants of Abraham--the Arabs have as legitimate a biblical claim to that territory as the Israelis do. Ishmael was Abraham’s firstborn son. The covenant was made before Isaac was conceived. An honest reading of the text does not support the exclusive territorial claim Huckabee asserted on national television. It supports, at minimum, a recognition that the children of Abraham are a far larger family than the Christian nationalist narrative conveniently acknowledges.

This is not merely an academic point. The United States Ambassador to Israel publicly invoked a misread biblical text to justify territorial claims that, if acted upon, would require the displacement or conquest of millions of people across multiple sovereign nations. The theological carelessness has geopolitical consequences of the gravest possible magnitude.

The Question That Must Be Asked

I want to speak now not as a political commentator but as someone who has read the New Testament carefully and takes its warnings seriously.

The same Bible that contains the prophetic passages these movements cite also contains repeated, emphatic warnings about false prophecy. Jesus himself warned, in the Olivet Discourse recorded in Matthew 24, that “false prophets will arise and perform great signs and wonders, so as to lead astray, if possible, even the elect.” The Apostle Paul warned the church at Thessalonica against those who would generate a “strong delusion"-- a phrase with terrifying implications when one considers what kind of delusion could cause otherwise decent people to cheer for war in the name of bringing back Jesus.

The tradition of Christian theology has always maintained that not every spirit is the Holy Spirit. The First Epistle of John commands believers to “test the spirits” precisely because the landscape of religious experience is populated by spirits that are not holy, that do not speak truth, and that lead their followers toward destruction while wearing the costume of divine revelation. What are the fruits of this particular prophetic movement? Soldiers going to war with eschatological fervor rather than constitutional clarity. A president whose catastrophic decisions are validated by men claiming to speak for God. An ambassador rewriting Genesis on cable television. A democracy steadily subordinating its secular governance to a theological framework that most Christians throughout history--Catholic, Orthodox, mainline Protestant--have never accepted.

What if the prophecy whisperers are simply wrong? What if they are not hearing from God but from their own ambitions, their own fears, their own intoxication with proximity to power? What if the soldiers who cheered — young Americans who deserve leaders who will never send them into battle for anything less than a constitutionally legitimate cause--were misled by commanders who had themselves been misled by a theological system that has no more claim to biblical certainty than a hundred other interpretive frameworks that history has generated and discarded?

The men and women who go to war carrying the conviction that God has personally appointed their mission do not doubt. They cannot afford to doubt. Doubt is not compatible with the certainty required to pull a trigger. But the rest of us--those of us watching from a distance, those of us who are not in the grip of an eschatological timetable--have not only the right but the obligation to ask the question they cannot ask themselves.

The Responsibility of the Rest of Us

I am aware that my readers grow weary of this subject. I understand the fatigue. There is only so much alarm a person can sustain before alarm itself becomes noise. But I am asking you to resist that fatigue for a few moments longer, because what is happening right now is not a recycled argument about the separation of church and state. It is something qualitatively different and substantially more dangerous.

American military power is being directed, at least in part, by a theology. That theology rests on a specific interpretation of biblical prophecy that is contested, relatively recent, and not universally held even within evangelical Christianity. It is being promoted by self-styled prophets whose credentials are self-issued and whose track record of fulfilled predictions is, to put it charitably, unimpressive. It is being carried into combat by soldiers who were told, on the eve of battle, that they were warriors of the Apocalypse.

History has seen this before. It does not end well. The Crusades were launched on similar convictions, prosecuted with similar certainty, and left a trail of devastation across centuries and cultures that the Christian church is still reckoning with today. The difference is that the Crusaders did not have stealth aircraft, precision munitions, and the capacity to trigger a regional conflict involving nuclear-armed states.

The American republic was built on a foundational principle: that no man, no movement, and no theological system has the right to govern the conscience or direct the sword of a free people by claiming divine authority. That principle is not under slow erosion. It is under direct assault by people who are entirely sincere, often genuinely devout, and catastrophically, dangerously wrong.

We owe it to those soldiers--and to every citizen of the republic they serve--to keep asking the question: What if they are wrong? And to keep asking it until someone in a position of authority is finally compelled to answer.

___

Dr. Michael A. Smith is a historian, scholar, and independent writer with nearly four decades of pastoral ministry experience. He is the author of From Christian Fundamentalism to Christian Nationalism: A Primer Detailing the Danger to America (2024) and is completing a doctoral dissertation at Liberty University. He has published in The Christian Century and Christian Daily International.

Thank you Dr. Mike for sharing this important response to major actions by our Secretary of War, et al...

Gabby

Sunday, March 8, 2026

Facing My New Decade - On National Women's Day - With New Thoughts, Concerns, and Joy - Open Memoir

 


As I completed reading my latest book, I found several revelations about myself... I have been picking up too much of the "DJT Syndrome" that many of us have been infected with during the last decade. How did I realize that? I had early on chosen my villain simply because he was rich... I was wrong... My logical mind would not normally have consider this as a point of discrimination for individuals in my life--close or distant--but for the last decade there has been so much garbage assimilated that my thinking patterns have been affected. I must work to ensure that I take some major remedy to ensure I am cured...LOL Know what I mean???

When one man's actions can blind us to the joy of living, we must certainly not allow it to affect us. But, in my opinion, it takes more... We must make sure that we are immunized against future infections! Note how some of the garbage actions are entwined in that recommendation? If we, specifically, women (and men) do not act to rid our world of whatever group of, I am sure, white men who are attempting to move us back to a time when white men were seen as leaders of all things, we need to admit that we have allowed it... and, for some, actually gladly accepted it.

I am not one of those and don't intend to continue to change with still another birthday...


I recently found the abundance of songs by Josh Groban and love this one as well as others I've recently shared. However, I am learning, also, that there is a real meaning behind God's request to love our neighbors... and what that means in our daily lives... I don't think we can sit passively, anymore, as we have done for over 2000 years, and allow wars and violence against anybody else... Yes, it may continue, but if you believe and place your life in God's hands, then you need to also start allowing God into your brain!



Placing videos of Josh Grobin, a video about the Iran/Israel/Trump war, and calling for Christian Soldiers to be marching together does not necessarily mean something different. For instance, here's another song by the same group... SEND the Light!

Now let's look at the totality of the juxtaposition... carefully...

  • God sent His Son over 2000 years ago.
  • It was said that Jesus Christ was to die for All of Us.
  • Jesus died on the cross, Rose Again, and Abides in all of us through the Holy Spirit.  With me so far? Because while I recognize that not everybody in the world has accepted Jesus as their Savior as Josh Grobin and I have, that does not negate the plan that God had made. Indeed, to ensure people KNOW what Jesus had done, we who come to know Him were asked to go across the world and tell of Him and His Love, that He died. And INTRODUCE HIM to those we meet...


  • Note that Jesus spoke to a Samaritan to offer His living water--His Salvation... The Samaritan was a NEIGHBOR to whom He was to share God's Love.
  • And, just as the Samaritan, it was ALL of us, just like the Samaritan who was, after learning of His Love, who were to share and tell of His Love! To All Neighbors!
  • Instead, what did we do? The great monuments of gods/God which had existed from the beginning of time, were built. Crusaders were sent NOT telling of His Light, but Rather with a sword of violence, of force... You will become a follower of what we call Christianity--or Else... That continued even into the discovery of the Americas when indigenous peoples in these lands started to be forced to accept and attend schools taught by Christians...
  • And for over 2000 years, people have continued to divided themselves into this church, or that synagogue, or this mosque, or that street ministry...on and on and on... Further dividing us up into racially centered churches, mandated national religions, or some such similar nonsense as was dreamed up by this man or that man.
  • Until we have reached another step of forced division. Again... But, now, we have sophisticated tools of violence that can blow up buildings, with or without people in them...death is considered just a part of war as we have heard since the War on Iran has was started... Another war that nobody wanted...  A war that nobody can really explain what it is about... or they attempt to manipulate what it is they are hoping to do without telling you!
Who did We--meaning any autocrat who has initiated war for power for thousands and thousands of years--think we were when we chose to divert from the teaching of Jesus to love our neighbors? Did we not understand that over 2000 years ago, God was once again sharing His Love as Our Creator? Surely wondering why some chose to ignore his wonderful gift of a Greater Love...

Was it out of ignorance that we chose not to listen when He told us to put aside rules and regulations outlined from ancient scrolls, of how to accept and EARN this gift of love that was already available to us as His Children? All we needed to do was Love as He Loves Us... Or was it that, even then, there were some, as Jesus pointed out of the Pharisees, that turn away from His Love to choose their own path, which ultimately led to death not only for the individual but for so many others? 

Or was it simply a matter of allowing our own will to take over, even that part of us where the Holy Spirit was abiding, waiting to talk to us... Had we, in ignorance, not really understood how the parables were meant to guide us as we fumbled through His teachings to guide our lives?



We have advanced in so many ways in this world... So many advances in science and medicine that we are living longer and longer... We have learned how to even go to other planets of our universe. But have we not advanced sufficiently to learn...to...share... to give freely of His love without us "demanding" obedience?

Let me add something that I just learned about this morning that affects all women. Uterine Fibroids are found in a high percentage of all women. 

Uterine fibroids are common growths of the uterus. They often appear during the years you're usually able to get pregnant and give birth. Uterine fibroids are not cancer, and they almost never turn into cancer. They aren't linked with a higher risk of other types of cancer in the uterus either. They're also called leiomyomas (lie-o-my-O-muhs) or myomas.

Fibroids vary in number and size. You can have a single fibroid or more than one. Some of these growths are too small to see with the eyes. Others can grow to the size of a grapefruit or larger. A fibroid that gets very big can distort the inside and the outside of the uterus. In extreme cases, some fibroids grow large enough to fill the pelvis or stomach area. They can make a person look pregnant.

Many people have uterine fibroids sometime during their lives. But you might not know you have them, because they often cause no symptoms. Your health care professional may just happen to find fibroids during a pelvic exam or pregnancy ultrasound.

As of now, doctors can identify it, but nothing can be done... This morning I learned that there will be requests for funding research into both the House and Senate... Did you know that women's health issues did not given priority until the 1990s... And, now with going backwards with the overthrow of Roe and loss of women's health support, plus the DEI mandate, reduction of medical support for things such as measles are now being ignored by our government, we MUST Act to save our people. God's People! Fighting wars over abortion should never be a global affair!

How can we worship somebody like movie or tv stars and follow them, encouraging children to enter contests to get money for recognition, when we have, as a nation, also placed the majority of His Children in Harm's way? Children are starving... Being bombed without explanation or reason... Made to appear as if war is just a game to be played

Right now, we are being taken backward. Some group somewhere across the world is wanting to remove all connections of His Creations from one side of the world to the other... They want to divide us by race again. They want to have women only be concerned with having children and meeting the needs of every man's desire... And they want to be Rich! With all the riches that are available across the world... claiming that whatever is "rich, beautiful, and desired" should be in the hands of only THOSE WHO ALREADY HAVE RICHES AND CAN USE IT FOR...STUFF... Yeah. That was purposely written with a bit of sarcasm...LOL

But the cruelest thing about wanting to be richer, is that every once in a while, a claim is made by some man that it is God's Will that they take up arms and destroy all those who are different from them, the Elite... Whoever they are... Perhaps they represent the world-wide secret Epstein Cult who use the name of Baal in their activities? I've refused to follow this trail I learned about because I know that the Great I Am is Greater than any false god or prophet, including those already owning and buying riches of gold, that can be worshipped and used for Stuff of destruction for others! 

But, folks, if we are indeed dealing with the supernatural aspect of power, it will never be overtaken by violence, guns, bombs of destruction. If we cannot replace that Hate that governed Iran for so many years, how do we expect to conquer it through the same type of destruction, murder of children and war after war after war... As Spock would quickly point out "That is Illogical..."


Who gets to "claim" the latest loss of children by bombs of war... How many years will it take to rebuild over $1B worth of daily destructive action that God's children Paid For
and which God's Children Are Dying From?




Got your kool-aid ready?


Is Christian Nationalist just another Jonestown

THIS TIME WITH BOMBS 

DO YOUR RESEARCH!

Donald J. Trump is NOT God's Light of Love!

His Actions Speak For Him

Choose Endless Worry and Chaos

of Love and Joy

All it Requires is that You Allow God's Love to Flow Freely Through You

Are you willing to allow that to occur to save a child bombed today?

A student murdered by a gunshot today?

A woman to die or a student to die because of reduction of funds for proper medial care already in existence?

Are you able to give up your pride of always being a member of this political party or another and start seeing what devastation occurs through, for example, the implementation of JUST the ICE program now underway, and Say "No More!" And we all know that the majority of Americans have polled AGAINST that violent group...

(And I found this 30-year update of the Second Act!)Have You Chosen...JOY?!!!


Thank All of You for Spending My Birthday With Me!

Gabby!


Saturday, March 7, 2026

What's Happening at Book Readers Heaven - Birthday Weekend - Personal Memoir

 


You know Folks, when any one person has a birthday that means that another decade is being passed, it's a bit traumatic, right?
But hey, we all face the same situation. Some just get more decades than others... Me, I was older than my father when I was born... He had been killed in an accident the year before and while my mother was carrying me... My Mother? I'm now older than my mother was when she died... 

But you know what? I never thought that I would come into a time of war as I was born... and it "might" be a time of war when I die... especially after I've learned about, if true, what the Secretary of War is telling the troops... More on that once I set the stage...


So I thought I would take the time to point out that It is Sooooo Sweet to Trust in Jesus... because if what they are claiming is true, it really doesn't matter for me.... But I've been through this gaslighting before... It was back--way back--when I read a book called The Late Great Planet Earth that claimed that the end of the world is near--even giving a specific date! Well, I was a young Christian at that point, reading a lot of religious books beyond the Bible that were written by people who had gained a name in that genre of books... My thought at that time was that I'd be gone before it happened... Because of course at that time, the preachers said that all God's children would be taken up to be with him before all that great even was to happen...

How silly I was then... because of course, the date came and went by and not even a newscaster talked about the foretold date... But I had never discussed the book with anybody, so nothing gained, nothing lost??? As I look back, I'm fairly sure by that event, I was already beginning to question just what God and this religion named after Jesus Christ was all about...

On the other hand, for another decade, tomorrow, God has been with me, in more ways than I could ever have imagined back when I was reading Hal Lindsey in the 1970s. So, why all the doom and gloom, it may seem, to be talking about the end of the world--or any of the other names that have been used to declare that doomsday prophecies that have come about whenever something happens that brings fear to those who may find they are not looking forward to what happens after death... Me, I have never felt that I was living only and/or because of heaven and everlasting life. As you all know, I'm kinda of a realistic type of person. When a word means something, I might doublecheck how it's being used, but I'll normally go with and accept the proper definition...

So, of course, when I talk about it's being my birthday and I'm alone except for my cats, who really don't know how to sing a song for me... LOL... I roamed through YouTube just to see what type of celebration video I could add... And was surprised when the following was staring back at me...


For the first time today, I smiled and then I started laughing...

This video is one of the worst pieces of garbage that has ever been created...
Certainly I would not be using such a defective set of words
And certainly God was not involved in any part of this creation...

You see, God is a Living God and has created us to be a part of Him... Each of Us! 

What we do after that took place was totally up to us...
In the case of this birthday wishes video above... Garbage In; Garbage Out!

We all have choices to do anything we want...
Take a look at the variety of books just found at Book Readers Heaven... and consider that the variety, the volume, the words used, are monumentally larger than the thousands of books you will find here today...

And there are millions and millions of people, each of whom has their own life story... who plays some part in a universe of possibility... We can look forward to Peace, for Instance...
Something that I've been singing about my entire life...
And it's still not here, except as developed within by having opened ourselves to the Great I Am...

And His Touch...


So, with that background, I'm ready to proceed to share the latest....


Frank, son of an evangelical christian evangelist, left Christianity and began speaking out about what was being planned through support of Donald Trump--Christian Nationalist religion leaders are now preaching and opening new churches. BTW, to my memory, this video reveals more anger at what is going on than I've ever seen.

I am including the next two videos although they may not be true... Still, even if not true, these videos were both on the first page when I opened the site. As  you all know, I've been very concerned about the use of Christianity as a tool of manipulation as it relates to political choices, including eletions, based upon the newly created "Christian Nationalist" religion... Still, even though it has not reached the normal news sites, we must be prepared and know that the type of lies that are spread by this administration can move like a wildfire... and then be believed as coming directly... from... Trump... Who, of course, they believe has been appointed by God... What a nightmare scenario of existence... 














To be Continued...

Gabby

Friday, March 6, 2026

War of Words Targets Us All: Cognitive Warfare Is The Latest Weapon in War to Attain Total Control - Essay by Francis Hamit, Ongoing Contributor

 


Truth Versus Lies


In the recent past I have been finding more and more connections that are both informative and haunting... I found, for instance, the War of Words written by Francis Hamit as I was concluding my discussion on Hamit's latest book, Out of Step. I will be writing my own thoughts about truth and lies this weekend. The above video I found as I opened YouTube this morning was immediately a connection to the entire cosmic issue of where we are heading in relation to person-to-person, state-to-state. nation-to-nation communication. Rightly so, the Catholic Church has chosen to speak from the standpoint of their mission. While Francis Hamit and I speak on our own personal goals or mission... Top to Bottom or Bottom to Top... Side to Side. This is the method by which we communicate with all of nature, including animals and all that exists on planet earth... Let me stop now, and read Hamit's words for inclusion in this article...

Trump's War of Words Targets Us All


Cognitive Warfare Is The Latest Weapon In His War To Attain Total Control

Francis Hamit


Lies, Lies, Lies and more lies. Donald Trump does not even try to convince us that what he says is true, given that he has been proven a liar so many times, he just keeps repeating his version of truth. Here is the probable cause--he believes every word he says and he no longer has anyone in his immediate circle, as he did in his first term as President, who can remind him that he is wrong. 

The first person a con man has to convince is himself. The result is chaos on steroids. And that is the intent. To wear the rest of us down so that we just go along to buy a little peace.

The cost of that is too high. It’s our freedom and our democracy. Tyranny abounds. It is just not the firing of journalists and entertainers by their craven billionaire bosses whose fears only begin with the loss of a little revenue. Beyond that it is phony accusations and government investigations that carry legal and publicity defense costs and the psychological costs generated by the name calling and lies. Easier by far to buy peace without honor. Most of us just want a quiet life.

Trump doubles down with the lies, adding threats and bullying even more than in the past. Over and over again. His actions are robotic and performative. This leads me to believe that he is simply a front for other actors intent on destroying the nation. This reaches beyond Project 2025, parts of which he and his toadies are executing. Those closest to him continue to flatter him and pour rhetorical poison in his ears. His words are weapons they can deploy, while accommodating his worst instincts. His racism and hatred of people of color has emerged into full view. Ridiculous claims about Haitian workers in Ohio eating people’s pets are comical and easily refuted, yet he persists, as he does with his claims about the 2020 presidential election, also disproven en masse and in detail. Those he keeps alive and it seems that he may try to steal another election this Fall. His tactics are crude but he has directed the FBI and National Intelligence to seize ballots and then murmurs about a Federal takeover of elections. That sets a precedent that excuses tyranny and a slide into a fascist state.

Trump et al fears an educated and thoughtful electorate. That is why they use anti-DEI to attack institutions ranging from high school libraries to national museums to advanced education, especially military education. Those 800 senior military leaders that Secretary Hegseth summoned rewarded his rants with a stony silence. Every one of them earned multiple advanced degrees. Such credentials are as essential to attaining flag rank as airborne and combat infantry badges. The world is too complex to employ generals and admirals who do not understand the world or the enemies they face. Ignorance can be fixed. Stupid is forever. Hegseth’s military career simply does not impress them. Why would it? Why listen?

The Trump administration favors stupid. Since the 1990s the US military has elevated Information Warfare to another combat arm, deployed alongside Cyber Warfare to overwhelm enemy sensors and perceptions. The point of this particular spear is Cognitive Warfare. Repetition of memes that crowd out the enemy. This is how Trump won his first election. Unprecedented name-calling, false accusations, outright lies repeated to the point where your attention shuts down. You don’t want to hear any more and stop listening.

And there is the genius of Cognitive Warfare. It is cheap, easy, and insidious. Writing recently in the Small Wars Journal, Sara Russo said, “The real question is why (Cognitive Warfare) works so persistently. The explanation does not lie in the novelty of the phenomenon or the technological superiority, rather it is about cost. … It is cheap to start, hard to pinpoint the perpetrator, and a lot more expensive to counter. One single ambiguous action-- may it be legal, narrative, administrative or informational--has the the potential to trigger a cascade of reviews, coordination mechanisms, public responses and internal alignment activities that overwhelm the initial investment. … Most of the time the aim of cognitive warfare is not to maintain a decisive victory or escalate the situation. Rather it is to survive by making the defenders assume a position that is permanently costly.”

This is our position with Trump and his crew of misfits. He has deliberately chosen people like Hegseth, Patel and RFK Jr., not for their expertise and ability but for their facility to cause chaos and eventually bring down his own government. As they spin out lies to confuse and mislead the rest of us, he stuffs his own pockets with billions of taxpayer dollars and corruptly undermines the Constitution he swore to uphold and defend, while an impotent GOP sits by and…

But you’ve heard that all before haven’t you? That’s the heart of the matter. You’ve heard it all before. You are tired of hearing it. Tired of waiting for yet another fresh outrage as Trump establishes his own secret police in ICE and tries out the mechanisms of tyranny. If you are weary (and God knows I am) it is time to take fresh courage and sharpen your attention.

If Trump is not the master of his own house and merely a puppet for rich and powerful interests, then the coming elections matter more than any that have come before. So, if you love this country and cherish freedom, pay attention. Ignore the buzz of Trump’s words and really, really pay attention.

Folks, I can guarantee you that my interaction with Francis and my other ongoing contributors is either minimal or nonexistent in between specific postings. Yet, Hamit's words in this essay have eloquently pulled together everything I have thought or said at one time or another related to Trump's administration(s).

You may recall that I've said that Trump is nothing but a stooge. I believe it... I flash back to a mention from my niece that said that, really, only 3 (if I remember right) men really own the large corporations in the US... Are these individuals the ones that are attempting to take over the world for many varied reasons, most of which are based upon financial gain/power needs they strive for...?

For today, I want to close out by pinpointing once again my concern about turning the world away from God through using religion as a tool in various ways. Our God is the Great I Am. We do not need to concern ourselves with affiliations/doctrines. Thus, listening to what the Vatican states as their position--
our similar. Love for our neighbors, our fellow men and women--is appropriate in my opinion.
Our overall goal must be for peace on earth
Just trying to touch His Hem....





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Thursday, March 5, 2026

Part III - Francis Hamit's Memoir of the Vietnam War - Out of Step - Dedicated to Those Who Served in Indochina Theatre - Not Forgotten

 





Reading anybody's memoir of their time in a war zone is not going to be an easy read. Reading Out of Step by Francis Hamit just may be one of those you may want to read to discover the reality of what was actually going on when they say they were in Vietnam. More, however, since it was recently written, readers are aware that this writer has lived through that war and has gone on to be able to look back--and evaluate--what actually was happening.







Hamit has exposed readers to reality, not only the bitter actions of destruction and men, women and children, blown to pieces from bombs, often civilians who just happened to be in the area where fighting was nearby... It reveals the coldness where only statistics of those fighting for one country is ever really provided to "those back home..." It reveals the separateness of races as most who are giving the orders are white men who have never actually been in the trenches. While, often, those who received an ongoing accumulation of medals and promotions based upon the "winning" events are rarely ones who gave their lies in actual battle

The juxtaposition of videos cannot be better illustrated than to see that one white man, and others, have initiated a war based upon no credible reason... We know that something similar occurred for Iraq also under a republican president. We've questioned what the various bombings across the world by this same president has been based on and received no real response... We do know none were approved and declared by congressional action.

Let's face it, this president has also declared war on individual states, such as Minnesota, where at least two citizens were accused to be domestic terrorists based upon NO documentation...and have chosen to not even investigate the facts that we have all plainly seen as ICE committed murder! 

Looking back to the 1960s is easy for me and may be for many of readers here... Whether or not you can remember a war that nobody was willing to talk about, or a war where we know that soldiers came home with no real feeling of gratitude, is not as important as,  right now, we MUST look backward to such devastating activities that is created over and over and over, mostly by those men who wish to gain control over their realm of influence, for riches and prestige... For surely, the deaths of war are not worth it for this selfish reason that as we look back, such as with Vietnam, we can once again verify that good men die while rich men get richer...

This book is the only book I have read that presents facts that are easily understood, explored and thus able to be used to gain a new, different, perspective of the reason why wars keep happening...

Estimated cost of war on Iran is $1B a day 



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Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Part II - Out of Step: A Memoir of the Vietnam War - Looking Back - Connecting - Now... With Iran

 But I didn’t mean it. I knew his type. He was, in my opinion, a mean, bigoted, ring-knocking son-of-a-bitch: the kind of officer who might lose us this war through his own ambition and cultural blindness.


“Your outfit? Radio Research? What is that?” “Military Intelligence. And I can’t talk about it. My work is so secret even I don’t know what I’m doing.” That got a laugh. He got the point, and didn’t ask again. “My son, the spy,” he said sarcastically.


“By the way, are you Colonel Hamit’s son?” Reluctantly, I admitted this was so. The Army Medical Corps was like a small town. Everyone knew everyone, at least by reputation. And my father was modestly famous, on his fifth and last year as Chief of Surgery at Brooke Army Medical Center. Everyone knew him...

...arguing with fools is a waste of time. I turned to go. “How did someone like you end up in Military Intelligence, anyway?” I gave in to temptation. “It might have had something to do with what I really did in college.” “Drama major? You were a faggot?” I ignored the provocation. “No. I was an undercover narcotics agent.” It was his turn to stare. “You’re shitting me. You couldn’t do that on a bet.” “That’s where the acting training came in handy, Sarge. I was playing a role.” I left him to chew that one over. He eased off a bit after that. But the fire and maneuver range would make me the stuff of minor legend. The exercise was to simulate an assault on an enemy position. Just like playing war when you were a kid. Except...


I began to think about extending my time in Vietnam another six months to grab that easy promotion. I had acclimated, and even the mortar attacks no longer worried me. I was not worried about the shell with my name on it, just the ones labeled ‘to whom it may concern’. The residual fear kept you sharp and alert. Despite the problems with some of the senior NCOs, I was getting comfortable. I was doing five jobs, if we were going by stateside standards. I was good at all of them, and would be recommended for an Army Commendation Medal by my OIC. I scared my parents when I mention the possibility of extending my time there in letters home. My father was polite, but wrote back, several times: “I wish you wouldn’t.” We had an incident on the flight line. Our aircrafts’ engines were partially maintained by a civilian contractor, and one day one of their technicians spilled aviation gasoline on himself, caught fire, and, panicking, ran away endangering himself and the aircraft on the line. An ASA soldier ran after him, tackled him, and rolled him in the dirt, extinguishing the fire and saving his life, and possibly a couple of aircraft as well. The technician was burned over about half of his body, and our guy was a bit singed as well. The Army has a special medal for such events called the Soldier’s Medal. As the NCO in charge of Awards and decorations, I certainly thought he was deserving. So, just doing my job, I went out and got affidavits, which I typed up and had signed by witnesses. The new company commander refused to approve the award or to forward it to higher headquarters. When I protested, he said that too many awards were being given out. The unit had just gotten its second Meritorious Unit Citation, which he didn’t understand, because he was, like most of us, not allowed to see the traffic we collected. He drove an airplane and was not part of ASA proper. When it came to Operations, the Chain of Command was upside down, with the Operations Officer selecting the targets and planning the missions, and the E-5s with the radios in back of our aircraft giving direction in the field. He resented this. It was emasculating. But orders were orders. His final comment on that award showed his true colors. “Besides, he was only a Zip (Vietnamese),” he said about the victim. He was an exemplar of White privilege, and only commissioned officers were White. (Commissioned officers who were African-American were also White, magically transformed by their commissions. There were more and more such, and he couldn’t afford to piss anyone off. Everyone has friends.) The rest of us were of a lesser breed. That snobbery existed throughout the Army, and was one of the reasons my father retired. It was why my mother had disliked being ‘The Colonel’s Lady’ so much. They both came from rural poor families. The upper crust officers and their wives annoyed them. Some came from Money and were graceless enough to let that show. Had this Major not needed his ticket punched with time in a combat zone to make higher rank, I doubt if he would have been in Vietnam at all. Not that he was scared, just the opposite. We weren’t on the front lines. He had no bragging rights with his West Point classmates, since no one knew exactly what we did, and we were very careful not to tell them. He was a good soldier in most respects, but being relegated to ‘Support’ was something that he felt keenly, as a personal failure, I suspect. One thing was sure: awards for his troops would be kept to a minimum. He felt no pride in our accomplishments, which included saving thousands of American and Allied Forces lives by delivering timely intelligence. It lacked the essential glamour of front line combat. But we had our moments. We had no need to look for trouble. It found us often enough. My pal Bill, the young MP, was assigned to a supply convoy one day. This was part of our do-the-base-chores, fly-under-the-radar, don’t-make-waves, strategy. We contributed some big trucks, and some guys from the motor pool who wanted an adventure went along, as did a couple of others. I think Bill was the only MP, and he went in his usual full ‘battle-rattle’ of extra weapons and gear. He rode next to a tough, mean, short, and fat Italian-American kid from a big city , who was eager for action, too. This kid strutted around looking for trouble. I suspect he was a bully in high school, and simply didn’t comprehend his situation. There were plenty of fights available, and no one needed to pick one. The mortar attacks should have made that plain, but the base was so well protected, and we were so coddled, that some were insulated from reality. The trip up to Saigon took about three hours because the highway was torn up here and there from war damage. Nothing happened until the return trip, when the trucks were fully loaded with supplies. Then a local-force Viet Cong squad sprang a trap, firing on the trucks from the side of the road. (Since I was not there, I am going on what I can recall of what I was told at the time.) The convoy stopped. Bill was riding next to the tough little Italian-American kid, who was frozen stiff – just sitting there, unable to move. Bill had to pry his hands off the steering wheel and drag him under the truck, telling him to start firing his weapon at the enemy positions ahead of him. (He never did.) Then Bill ran up and down the road, organizing a defense. Rocket-propelled grenades began to land among the trucks. If one actually hit a truck, then it and the supplies it carried would be lost. Bill took action. Standing out in the center of the highway, he held his M16 in one hand and his .45 caliber pistol in the other, and directed fire on the enemy, yelling encouragement to the others. As one of the men who saw this said, “He looked like one crazy motherfucker out there.” Everyone else fired their weapons, some of them standing and yelling as they did so. The Viet Cong lost heart, and broke off their attack. No one messes with a crazy man. They ran away, and suddenly it was over. No one badly injured and all of the vehicles intact and undamaged. By the time they got back to the airfield, the rest of our guys were pumped up. Very excited. “Don’t let anyone tell you that combat isn’t a gas!” one of them shouted as they poured into the Flight Operations building to report. The CO listened, and then told them to calm down and go unload the trucks. The little Italian-American kid was very quiet, but no one teased him about his panic attack. Some of the guys had them during mortar attacks. Some were the career soldiers who were also in a combat zone for the first time. One of them was so spooked by the mortar attacks that he moved his bunk into one of the bunkers where he caught pneumonia, and damn near died of that, instead. Panic was something that was quietly noted, but not discussed. You just hoped that it wouldn’t happen again. Everybody got a pass for it – the first time. And most of us never gave in to it. We expected that we would experience some kind of combat at some point, and some, like Bill, looked forward to the day when they could prove their manhood by doing brave deeds. As the younger men were shouting and slapping each other on the back as if they had just won an important football game, I remember shaking my head. None of them particularly liked Bill, but they were all talking enthusiastically about how he’d led them to victory. They had no idea how lucky they had been. The Viet Cong had not even used a classic ‘L’ shaped ambush to catch them in a crossfire. Most of the RPGs fell well short of the trucks. And they’d had a good leader, a skinny 19-year-old kid they usually teased for his ‘John Wayne’ habits. Bill wasn’t with them, and when I inquired, I was told he’d had to go to the dispensary for some sort of minor injury. The next day he came to me at my office. “You do Awards and Decorations, right?” I nodded. “The Medical Officer gave me this, and said I had to turn it in to you.” He handed me a form that I had never seen before. I had to go to our shelf of Army Regulations and look it up. I said, “Bill, this means you get a Purple Heart.” He was very surprised. “You’re kidding! For this? It’s a scratch! He took it out with a pair of tweezers. They covered it with a Band-Aid.” He unbuttoned his fatigue shirt and showed me the Band-Aid which was near his sternum above his diaphragm. He’d been wounded, but in a very minor way. I asked, “What was it?” “A piece of shrapnel.” “Do you have it?” “Sure.” He dug into his pocket and came out with a tiny glass sample bottle. Inside of it was a wicked-looking, blackened, jagged piece of steel about three-fourths of an inch long. “Hey, no big deal, right?” I felt very solemn. “Bill,” I said, “I think you should take it. Reading the reg, you have earned it. And if we don’t forward this up the chain of command, we’ll look like assholes for trying to deny you something you have earned. It will help you with the V.A. after you get out, and give you extra points for a government job. But there’s another, more important, reason.” “Yeah?” He looked at me, now very concerned, because I was talking to him like some sort of Dutch uncle. I had never done that before. “That scratch is right over your aorta. That’s the big vessel that carries blood to your heart. If it had gone three inches deeper you would have bled out, and died in about five minutes.” He stared at me for a long time, and turned really pale, as what I said sank in. He sat down hard in the chair next to my desk, suddenly short of breath, his eyes wide. Until that moment, it was all a glorious game. The hard fact that he might actually die in Vietnam hadn’t made much of an impression. He got up and bolted out of the room, and that night, for the first time in his life, got very drunk. He recovered quickly, and appeared for the next guard mount still hauling his extra gear. He was a more sober, less enthusiastic, warrior from that day forward. I went around trying to get affidavits so we could put him up for a Bronze Star with V device for valor, but our new, mean-spirited Commanding Officer had put out the word, and no one would give me one. Bill didn’t think he’d done anything special, so he didn’t care. I did the paperwork for his Purple Heart, and walked it into the CO’s office myself. He wrinkled his nose as if he smelled something bad, and I said, very quietly, “The other copy of the Medical Officer’s form is out there somewhere, and if this is not signed and forwarded, it will make us look bad.” He stared at me, a bit surprised at my temerity. Perhaps he’d heard the story about how I’d kept us all from being shamed by killing the phony awards eight months before. Perhaps not, but he could tell I wasn’t going to let it go, just because he made an ugly face at me. He reached over and signed it. I took it away rather than leave it there. I didn’t want it getting ‘lost’. As I was headed for the office door, he said, “I understand your father is an officer?” “Yes, sir. Medical Corps, but he retired in May.” My way of telling him that he had nothing to fear from that direction, and that it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t afraid of him. “So he won’t be assigned here?” I could hear the implied sneer in his voice. “He was here about a year ago, sir. As the Medical Corps IG.” That took him aback. To recover, he said, “That’s a really sloppy uniform, Hamit.” His was tight, almost bespoke, because he’d had it tailored. I shrugged. “This is the way the regs say they are to be worn, sir.” Not to mention I’d lost at least ten pounds. “Excuse me, sir. I have to get this in the bag for tomorrow.” One of the other officers later told me that he’d called me a ‘barracks lawyer’ in their mess. I replied that I took that to mean he thought I was doing my job. But I didn’t mean it. I knew his type. He was, in my opinion, a mean, bigoted, ring-knocking son-of-a-bitch: the kind of officer who might lose us this war through his own ambition and cultural blindness. Bill’s Purple Heart arrived about a month later. I watched the ceremony from a distance, and don’t know what the new CO said to him, but a week later he was transferred out to a new Radio Research base up North that needed MPs. So I lost the best friend I had there. Nice kid. I missed him. His was the only Purple Heart awarded to a member of the 156th the entire year I was there. ASA wasn’t supposed to bleed. Perhaps that’s why he was transferred; for setting a bad example. We had ASA soldiers in other units who received not just Purple Hearts, but awards for valor, up to and including the Silver Star. They didn’t plan on that, but sometimes it just turns out that way. The false pride that made this CO deny awards to his subordinates was very inappropriate, and a detriment to morale. 

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Reading Out of Step in the '90s probably would have resulted in what a routine review might provide--such as I do for the majority of books. However, when I was forced to be placed under two military officers after having worked along a participatory-type superior was stark in many ways. Thus as I write, I had already connected with Francis Hamit as he begun his deployment in the military... At the same time, I have spent more than a decade watching the actions of a president who has just acted without authorization to bomb Iran--and its subsequent results. It is clear from the above videos for Johnson and then Richard Nixon that it is normal to have constitutionally required congressional authorization or at a minimum to confirm it immediately... As of now, that has not occurred for what is now happening in multiple countries as Iran responds to the surprise assassination of Iranian leaders. War is not a game and, normally, all due diligence was been taken to enter into war with another country. This is the only president that has acted without regard to required protocol.

When Hamit began to consider his future career, he, of course, given his father's position, went through the routine type of testing for entering the military. I imagine it was similar to position testing conducted by the Office of Human Resources for working at West Virginia University, a land-grant multi-campus university who reported to a state-wide Board of Regents. Hamit's scores were above average--my testing scores were also above average. I was immediately hired by the Office of Human Resources.  Hamit was recognized immediately as somebody who could be better utilized by not being sent into a war area...

Hamit had asked for Intelligence work and ultimately received further training to perform the best way possible. I laughed when he had to learn how to type--I had been typing around 80 wpm when I started working in Personnel. 

Soon Hamit was in a position by which he could see what was happening both in the trenches as well as in the officers quarters... He soon formed some specific opinions...

Just as I had when I was placed to report to two military officers...

He looked away, silent for a long moment. “You’ve got to respect the guys on the other side. They’re very tough. Great soldiers.” He took another drink, and said very quietly, “Don’t tell anyone I said so, but we got our asses kicked at the A Shau Valley.” It was at that moment that I knew that the war would be lost.




Once a soldier/NCO ( am including me in at this level) sees what is happening within any type of company's  activities, we begin to question when there are actions that seem contradictory to efficient and effective operations... Hamit points this out as a problem that was a result of the short turn-around of a year but also identified many more issues, some of which could be related to the technology at that time as well as the availability of streamlined processes. I, too, saw these issues as, at first, I was specifically told that I was to report directly to the colonel (I have previously noted elsewhere that I did not change my work processes at any time.) To present a specific reason, there was NO time during the entire period under these two military officers that I was asked to meet with them to provide an overview of the overall responsibilities then assigned to me.) This was also relevant inasmuch as individuals coming in and out annually would just begin to gain expertise in their position when they were being shipped out again...





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