2020 a crazy year – Lee Duigon

Finding True Christian Fellowship - Ecumenicon

Y’know something? No matter which way the election goes, we’re going to be in for some hair-raising times. And we will need Christian fellowship.

If the Democrats win, fasten your seat-belt: we’re headed for tribulation, worse than anything that’s ever been seen in America. But if we can succeed in re-electing President Trump, don’t expect the enemy to go away quietly. They’ll be coming after us with all they’ve got left.

For prayer, for encouragement, for exhortation, for friendship, for Bible study, for instruction, and even for fun–we can do those things here, don’t you think? Well, we’ve been doing them. All I’m sayin’ today is, there’s room for a lot more of you. And you don’t have to be an American to be with us. We love our respective countries, but we’re all citizens of a greater one–the Kingdom of Heaven.

We’d love to hear your comments, we’d love to hear your questions. We’d love to take your prayer and hymn requests.

This is a time when we have to hang together: the devil’s out there gunning for us.

Just as we were about to go to bed last night, my wife discovered “news” that the government’s going to admit UFOs are real and there’s a guy studying materials and artifacts from “off-world craft” that were “not made here” on earth. And there was Tucker Carlson discussing it on video with “a former defense official.”

I knew there had to be something we could do to make 2020 even crazier than it already is.

Let’s see… attempted coup against the president, capped by bogus bull-schiff “impeachment”… pandemic, courtesy of Red China… non-stop riots, all white people are guilty of something, anything, everything…

Yeah–UFOs are real! That ought to do it. Here come the Space Brothers! They’ll teach us how to set up a real socialist utopia that really works, with a lot of kinky new perversions to go with it.

There is no life in the solar system except here on earth, and everywhere else in the universe is just too far away. And to go to all the trouble of getting here across several light-years of deep space, just to flit around the sky and titillate people, seems extravagantly wasteful. If the aliens were that silly, they couldn’t have invented flying saucers in the first place.

It could be a hoax. It could be a distraction. It could be an experiment. In fact, it could be all three at once.

Or it might just go away before the week is out. A lot of Big nooze stories do.