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After a brief yet profound illness, a family member has passed on to eternity. What with things picking up at work and dealing with the family crisis, I haven’t had either the time or the enthusiasm to fulfill my important role as a committed new media journalism professional and truth teller. For that I apologize for letting our readers down. But beyond the confines of this important and influential blog and critical political resource for good Christian Americans, life does indeed go on. Or not, as it were.

Last month, my close family member, who I’ll refer to as Mr. S, had a stroke or a seizure or something. Since he was a bit of a slacker, he didn’t have health insurance, and, frankly, after losing the ability to see, hear (or comprehend words and sounds) and being unable to speak (or even think clearly), he wouldn’t have known how to get to a doctor anyway or be able to pay for it even if he could. That’s the price one pays for ignoring the personal responsibility inherent in modern life. You either work for an employer who provides health insurance or buy your own. You don’t slack and roll the dice hoping not to get stricken down by a catastrophic illness without exposing yourself to the risk of being without health care when you need it. Mr. S was unprepared, and it was his own fault. So it goes.

S didn’t seem to comprehend where he was, who he was or anything that a normal healthy person would be expected to know by default. The stroke killed off his higher self and left him more animal (or vegetable) than human. The part of him that could possibly have made him a great conservative political thinker was gone, that potential was gone, and he was reduced to the braindead level and personal hygiene of your average liberal hippie emptyheaded “no blood for oil” drooling twitching moonbat loser. And that was a tragedy. The ultimate end was inevitable, and last night at 11:12 pm local time, he took his last breath, still unsure of who he was, where he was, and why he was. The end had come. Time to pay the piper.

What finally happens to his eternal soul is up to G-d now, and Mr. S did himself no favors. As far as I know he never accepted Jesus Christ as his personal Lord and Savior, so he is lost. While he never wronged anyone and was a nice enough fellow, although a bit on the apathetic and uninformed side, that’s not enough for G-d. Being amicable is not enough. Doing good deeds and living a saintly life is not enough.

The sum of a life does not matter whether the balance sheet trends towards good or evil. If one does not humble himself before G-d and accept Jesus Christ into their soul, that soul is damned everlastingly to the lake of fire. I hope that Mr. S took that required leap of faith, but I doubt it. And that’s too bad, but, as with health insurance, he should have known better. There’s also soul insurance. Where’s your policy?

G-d tried to warn freethinker Mr. S, but did he listen? When you boil it all down to the essentials, life is about one thing: being a good conservative Christian and a loyal Republican. Beyond that it’s all window dressing and trivia. Any less than that is an epic fail. Game over. You lose.

Being stuck with the no longer animated corpse of Mr. S, now a shell of his former self, destitute and devoid of life, I did what any good self-reliant pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps can-do American would. I took matters into my own hands. Both of them. I took the initiative. I took personal responsibility where Mr. S could not and would not evermore. Now, some people would feel shamed into parting with their hard earned after-tax income and delegate the responsibility of ridding oneself of such mortal remains. But not me. As a rugged individualist I handled it myself, as we all should when faced with a monumental duty such as this. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, but an exquisite and grotesque corpse persists in the meantime. What to do until then?

There have been scandals in the past about cemeteries that stack, misplace or otherwise mishandle the bodies of the departed. I didn’t want that for Mr. S. And the sinful act of cremation was absolutely out of the question. It’s a detestable practice engaged in by Atheists and Wiccans who, most of all, despise G-d’s handiwork. The body is a temple, created by G-d Himself. Do we burn down G-d’s temples? Of course not. Not unless we’re leftist Christianity haters and secular humanist scum. Besides, how do I know that handful of ashes those charlatans give you in a metal vase or burlap baggie are what’s left of Mr. S? I don’t, and it probably isn’t. Not acceptable.

So I did the right thing under the circumstances. I located a nice enough (and private enough) spot, not far away from my home, borrowed a shovel, rolled up my sleeves, and commenced digging. Wow, do gravediggers have it tough! It’s tough work, if you can get it. After the first few inches of topsoil the ground gets awfully hard. But I persisted, and not surprisingly, I found no “fossils” or dinosaur bones or “proof” of evilution or the lie of the millions of years old earth. Just more and harder dirt in Mr. S’s grave as G-d Himself had created some 6,000 years ago. After the hard work was done, I wrapped Mr. S in an appropriate shroud and placed him respectfully into his tomb, said a prayer for his lost soul, and then covered him up.

Goodbye, Mr. S. You will be missed. But all of us must die eventually, as you yourself discovered.

For our readers, this simple question: is your soul prepared for the end that you will ultimately face? Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior? Do you love G-d and appreciate the wonderful gift of life He has chosen to bestow upon your worthless self? Is the Lord building you a mansion in Heaven for your soul to dwell in during the eternal afterlife that follows our brief time here among the sinful here on Earth? If not, you better get right with G-d before it’s too late. Or you will be kicking yourself for eternity.

Also, this might be a good time to get behind health savings accounts. Socialized medicine isn’t the answer. The answer lies in taking responsibility for your own health as well as for your own soul. It’s part of G-d’s plan. Go against it at your peril.

Sidenote: B4B had it’s first anniversary last month. Happy birthday, B4B! Thanks for reading and making this one of the most important sources of conservative news and views on the entire Internet. And here’s to another successful and productive year of the same.

— Psycheout