For those of you saying President Trump can’t be inspired of God because of things he’s said or done in the past…May I ask a quick question…
Who died and made you God? I truly mean that question. Who died and made you the God of judgement on someone’s spiritual progressing soul?
We know for sure Jesus died for everyone’s sins. But I didn’t realize He died for you to become the new moral arbiter of who gets grace, all from your iphone. (Sadly this is coming from some members of my faith right now)
Could it possibly be that Donald Trump (still a sinner like you and I) just may be used for higher purposes at times, yes, maybe in between so d stupid tweets? Yes, even Donald Trump. Would you have mocked Saul to Paul? And even if he’s not Paul, isn’t that a transformation we should be praying for, not fighting against?
Isn’t the whole purpose of the plan of redemption to repent? And what you’re saying is that Trump hasn’t repented? Or that a person like Donald Trump can’t repent? Have you been listening to every one of Donald Trumps private and personal prayers? Or are you saying he can’t even pray? Help me understand.
Besides a lot of stupid things Trump says and does from time to time… the only thing I’m noticing is how he’s doing EXACTLY what he said he was going to do for this country. Yes, imperfectly. What I do know is he was one of the only people to step up and take over the ship that was about to go off the cliff.
And for those saying Trump “Violated God’s law of war” it however you put it…
Do you KNOW he wasn’t inspired to not make this last strike on that terrorist? You know that? I’m not saying he was inspired. What I am saying is you and I don’t know.
And for those of you who are of my particular faith….
I wonder what some would have thought watching Nephi take another mans head off in his own backyard, then proceed to put the dead mans clothes on; and walk in the dead mans house; to take the dead mans personal belongings. (1st Nephi 4:12-17) Remember, not Nephi’s house, no, the dead mans house, why? For a higher purpose nobody could see.
Again, you and I don’t know the exact predicament with President Trumps decision. War is awful, yes. But not every move with war and conflict is a cookie cutter decision. Never has been, never will be.
God bless President Trump with not only the entire world against him (including Hell itself) but also with the incredibly hard decisions he faces everyday. It’s only going to get harder. I pray for him. He needs our prayers, not our damning judgments to hell.
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Meet Jack Wilson, the man who slew the not-so-bright potential Goliath who entered a Texas church yesterday morning, and was subsequently shot in the face from about 15 yards, give or take. (update: Bad guy was a drum roll…. convicted felon who shouldn’t have been allowed to own a gun.)
But does the face really need to be talked about, and how far he was? The answer is absolutely yes to both. Why?
As a former law enforcement officer, these details matter. When we would do our quarterly trainings and qualifications, we would start out at the 25 yard mark. Officers could typically choose how to position their bodies to get these shots off. Most of us would choose to lay down because it was a lot easier to hit a headshot with stability. And that was still hard. It became easier to hit the target as the qualification came to an end, but anyone who shoots a handgun, knows. And shooting a handgun is a perishable skill. Personally, I would have went for center mass because of how hard a head shot is at that distance.
He clearly was the man for this particular job.
Reports are coming in that Jack Wilson was a firearms instructor; could there be anyone more qualified to stop such a threat? Probably not. Because a firearms instructor is usually more proficient with a handgun than most cops; this is what they do.
Further, I love how the MSM isn’t talking about the four other church goers who were locked and loaded as well.
I am very grateful for Jack Wilson and what he did yesterday. He not only saved dozens of lives, but showed America what’s supposed to happen when a mini- Goliath enters the scene. They are to be slain. And further, taught us that anyone in this country can be proficient with the God given right they have to carry a gun.
We as Americans are the first responders. Never forget that. Thank you, Jack. God bless you and the congregation who witnessed what they should have never witnessed in an American church.
Former LEO, Eric Moutsos
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This is a photo of the score to a kids basketball game, across the gym from where my daughter was playing yesterday morning.
You could tell the one team was stacked with put together players that either planned the season with athletes/friends, or got the luck of the draw with “ballers”. They were good.
The other team, not so much.
The coach on the left side was standing and yelling most of the time, pressing his kids against the weaker team, and the harder he pressed, the more they scored, and the more my blood started to boil.
The score was 44-0 when I looked over the first time. These kids are 6-7 years old.
The coach on the right was a young mother of two small babies, and most of the game she held one of them in her arms. If I were to guess, she filled in because the team didn’t have a coach. I could be wrong, but either way I could see the pain in her eyes as she kept looking at the other score climbing higher and higher, as the other coach kept pushing his kids harder and harder. Her team was getting crushed.
I was supposed to be watching my daughter on her court, but I couldn’t keep attention. I wanted so badly to walk across the gym and stand right in front of the not-so all State basketball hero Dad coach and let him have it. But I didn’t. Thankfully.
Now some would say, this is lesson these not-so-talented kids need to learn about “competition”; clearly that’s what the other coach wanted to prove; or he was 100% oblivious. But deep down it didn’t feel right. At least not to me. Not at that age.
There was about 2 minutes left in the game and I remember thinking “Please just one basket, please just one!”
Then it happened. One of the smallest kids hit the two point shot to put them on the board. There was a roaring applause and cheers from everywhere in the gym, even parents watching on the same bench I was on, that should have been watching their own team. It was like this team won the NBA finals. The young Mom jumped up and down like crazy. And the small boys hugged each other. It was awesome. My gut told me right that others were feeling the same thing I was feeling just from the applause.
The “all star” coach quickly sat down for the remainder of the two minutes, and he appeared to be disappointed from across the gym that he didn’t have a shut-out. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe my perspective saw a whole different story from the truth? But standing up shouting for almost an hour, to quickly sitting down, once the other team scored just two points? I hope it wasn’t all on purpose. I truly hope he just didn’t realize what he did.
But either way there was a “winning” team yesterday, it just wasn’t the team that scored 54 points.
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(St George, Utah) Always fun when your elementary schooler brings home a book recommended by her teacher and asks, “Dad, what does Bi mean?”
I thought, “Here we go!” …..That was an interesting conversation. I really didn’t have a choice.
The next conversation was to you know who…
I thought it would possibly get heated. It didn’t. After talking to the principal today I shocked myself. I didn’t get upset. Didn’t raise my voice. Wasn’t accusing. I asked questions and listened.
After listening to him explain how many books they have, and how it’s very difficult for them to know, I had a moment. “This is just the beginning” I thought to myself.
No, I’m not going to name my child’s school. Or the principal, or the teacher that gave her the book. The principle was actually great on the phone. He told me many of the series books are nominated nationally from “scholastic”, which means what now? I thought?
The secretary thanked me and said “The only way we are going to know these things, is if more parents are involved.” She’s absolutely right. There’s no possible way the school can filter through every book in their library and on every recommended reading list each year. Maybe they can? This is in one of the best charter schools in the state of Utah. This is one of the very reasons we chose this school.
Now…
In 5 short years since same sex “marriage” was legalized in all 50 states by the corrupt Supreme Court, we have more and more kids confused on what gender means, endless gender options, gay sex being taught in most schools, drag queen story hour, kids hormone replacements, youth abortion, tampons in men’s restrooms, men dominating women sports, grown men being able to go into womens bathrooms with little girls, and pedophilia being renamed into “minor attracted”, to just name a few… The list goes on. “Love wins” right?
But here’s the reality. It’s only going to get worse. Soon, if parents don’t fight back, every school text book will have to have “representation” of each and every made up gender and sexual desire listed above. And if you don’t like it, you’re a bigot.
I wanted to make this post to tell you, if you think your school is safe for your children on certain topics, think again. We have to not only be ultra watchful, but also act when we see it. It will come in many costumes.
Yes, the floodgates have been opened. And the slippery slope is no longer a slope. It’s now a cliff. And we must hang on and fight with all we got. This is how America is being destroyed; in the very institution that’s supposed to be teaching them. The irony is too thick. Be diligent parents.
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“Years before my badge and gun were taken , I remember feeling much more afraid of the administration and people in power at my department, than I ever was afraid of a “bad guy” breaking the law.”
I’ve been somewhat silent with politics this last few months. Not because I don’t care, but because it can consume me if I don’t check myself, and I start abandon my post at home and work. I can become negative and part of the problem and not the solution. I deeply care about our country. Deeply. That’s why I am writing these few thoughts about how powerful and scary government can be.
I’m going to get into my thoughts about how scary the deal is with Jeffrey Epstein, but let me paint a quick picture.
When I was in the Salt Lake City police academy in 2007, I remember feeling such a sense of pride and honor before getting out in the field. When an instructor would ask the class “Why do you want to be a police officer?” 95% of the class would say, “To help people!” And that was true with me. I wanted to make a difference. And the truth is most police officer, even if they seem like total jerks when you come in contact with them, too also started their career wanting to help people.
But then some harsh realities set in once you become aware of the system that’s currently in place.
Within about a year or so I remember telling one of my best friends on my shift, “There’s something wrong with how we are doing things.” He wanted me to explain. I told him that our supervisors seem to only care about the stats we were producing. The numbers. Many of the Sgt’s (especially the ones trying to make names for themselves to climb the ladder) only seemed to care about arrests, tickets, and stops. “Kick some &$$ and take some names.” That was the wise RA RA chant before each shift. A way to hopefully get us excited to “Help people”. By kicking the &$$’s and taking their names.”
And just where were their &$$’s going after they were kicked, and where did their names go after we took them? And why? These were the questions I had in my mind. Now don’t get me wrong. I was as guilty as anyone trying to further my career in the beginning. I understood a few things really quickly. If you want to promote or transfer to a better squad, make arrests and write tickets. A lot of them.
Why? Because when a spot opens up and you have several candidates to put in for the job, the first thing they look at is… drum roll.. your numbers.
But why would a Government agency want to create more work that’s not needed, all in the name of the law? Well, that’s easy, and you know the answer; the government is addicted to power and growth, especially with money they don’t have. They believe they are the answer to our problems. They believe that they need to take care of us in just about every aspect of our lives. All in the name of the law, safety, and equality.
A sad irony hit me once while I was pulling over a guy for a minor traffic infraction on my police motorcycle. I ended up just writing him for a “seatbelt violation”. I then went on to “Sell my ticket” and let him know I’m actually giving him a “break.” But he said something that made me think, “You’re giving me a ticket for my safety not wearing a seatbelt, but you’re on a motorcycle? How safe is that?” I was speechless. And he had a point. The truth was, I was just trying to get to my 20 tickets for the day, not ruin his day.But with that type of government “Goal” for the day, how can you not be ruining many people’s day? There’s around 25 Salt Lake City motorcycle cops, and each one of them needs to around 20 a day. You do the math at over $100 a ticket.
Here’s the audio just in case you have friends that don’t believe police departments can have quotas.
Now back to the police academy and how this can possibly tie into Jeffrey Epstein.
In class, one instructor said, “The quickest way to lose your job is, sex, drugs, and money. Integrity issues, lying.” Interesting. Isn’t that how it all comes crashing down in anyone’s life, anywhere?
Here’s the problem. The longer I worked for the PD, the more I saw these problems within the highest levels of the department. Lie after lie after lie. Then cover-up after cover-up after cover-up. All to hide what they really did and all for their political careers. This is one of the reasons why our local law-enforcement leaders need to be elected. So they can answer to the people and not to an agenda driven mayor.
Years before my badge and gun were taken , I remember feeling much more afraid of the administration and people in power at my department, than I ever was afraid of a “bad guy” breaking the law. That sad irony hit me a few times sitting in my patrol car. “I am more afraid of the chiefs than actual bad guys.” I wonder how many good cops out there feel the same way? Because the truth is, they are the ones who can permanently destroy your life forever if you cross them or their agenda.
A few simple things we all know about Jeffrey Epstein.
He hung out with very very powerful people. In Hollywood and in Government.
He was involved in illegal sex with minors. (That’s just the tip of the iceberg)
He was getting ready to testify on facts he knew with these powerful people.
He is now dead under the most suspicious circumstances possible.
He was in the hands of the Government.
So you’re telling us that the government who can’t even handle keeping a key witness alive on a suicide watch, pretends to promise to keep us safe with more gun control? Right.
If this Epstein incident isn’t incredibly chilling and sobering to each American, on the “Left or the Right”, I don’t know what is.
Some would say the highest levels of integrity must only be found in the top levels of our local and Federal United States Government; (yes, that’s the way it should be)But I would argue the higher you go in government, local and federal, the more corrupt and dishonest it gets. It scares me. And it should scare you.
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“However, I can tell you that I’m not destroyed. Because I’m still here. “
Someone asked me the other day if I get PTSD (triggered) anytime the Gay Pride parade happens in SLC. Short answer, it’s getting better each year. But this weekend is a little hard for me with the feelings inside. I get sad. It feels like just yesterday I was helping people and catching bad guys, but also like it never happened. Like a dream. Hard to explain.
What I miss?
The people. The people I worked side by side with, and the people I served in SLC. Mainly, the homeless. There were some homeless people I would have rather hung out with, than administrators in my own PD. That’s how much I loved them; even though some of them would drive me crazy with their self-destructive behavior.
I used to sometimes bake bread and try and find the right homeless person to give it to. No, I wasn’t always that nice. I had mean days, too. Where I lost my nerve. But I miss those good moments when I would choose selflessness. Getting out of the car and walking up to a homeless person trespassing, then not handing them a ticket, but a loaf of bread. Their faces were priceless. A spirit felt like no other.
I remember someone, who I had taken to jail, came up to me months later and gave me a hug and thanked me for the way I treated him. I didn’t exactly remember, but he had said I told him he had worth and can be something in his life; he said it made him feel so good inside he wanted to change.
I remember pulling over a younger girl (she looked like she was having a rough day) and I got her drivers license and registration. In the car filling out her ticket I had a distinct feeling and thought come to me “She is saying a prayer to not get a ticket.” I got out of my car and walked to her window and said “Miss this might sound strange but were you just praying?” She froze. Then started crying. She shook her head and I gave her documents back. I said “Well, prayer works, have a good day!” I let her go.
Those are some of the things I miss about my Law Enforcement days. I say MY because the justice system is broken the way it is; but, society is broken, too. We’ve somewhat done it to ourselves. We’ve called upon more government with our behavior and inability to govern ourselves. And this is what we get. Its gross. Everything is backwards. We elect people who mainly want power, not to help anyone. But we aren’t engaged enough to care who is in office; who in turn appoints chiefs of police, etc.
As soon as the department heads realized I wasn’t one of “them”, and I mean one who wasn’t just going to say yes, no matter what, to all their politically correct garbage and quotas, they spit me out. Then lied about it. Yes, Government lies. They tried to destroy me just to please a special interest group and cover a sexual harassment story. It worked. National news overnight. It was a perfect storm. A storm that was supposed to happen. Looking back, I fit perfectly into what needed to happen that weekend. But God had plans above their plans.
However, I can tell you that I’m not destroyed. Because I’m still here.
Although I still get PTSD and “triggered” at times, I’m stronger than that day they took my badge and gun. I was broken then. I lost about 20 lbs and couldn’t eat. I couldn’t see or feel any light around me. I felt so alone. But then I started witnessing miracle after miracle pulling us through. Letting us know He was there in the fire with us. Even though I couldn’t see. I was 33 when all of this happened.
I thank the enemies who did this to me and my family. From the Sgt’s to Chiefs, to Mayor. Without that, I wouldn’t be who I am today. I’ve been able to build back up and reinvent myself several times since. Knowing there’s hope outside of the “Secure Job” type idea I’ve always had. God keeps providing and bringing more opportunity.
Looking back, the tragedy that happened 5 years ago had become one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. As hard as it still is.