Fair’s Fair? BANNED AGAIN!

~ I’VE BEEN USING the elite’s evil control platforms to yell loud and long from the rooftops against the elites, the Promethean/ Luciferian Cabal, the Globalits, the Faux-Con fail, the creepers, pervs, liars & mutaters of our church, society, & world. Been doing so online since 1995-6.

Once in a while, they catch on, and you get the BanBat. THWACK! You know, for doing something right.

This time, it was most likely a link like the one below which tripped their trap, and rendered me a ban for.. well, they haven’t told me yet, nor how long. Might even be permanent….

Yeah, I’m pretty much incorrigible. I simply will not knowingly obey immoral rules & laws, for in such situations I will obey God, not man. So now, in addition to the FOURTEEN weeks of banning in 2019, I’m now rounding off The Year Of FB Banhammer as I spent a lot of it.. banned. Silenced. No recourse, trial, mercy, or exception.

Oddly enough, this sort of digital censorship is– in theory– supposed to let you cool your heels, think again, and come out of FaceBook Jail all meek, politically corrected, and obedient to the invisible constraints crushing our societies into silence & compliance.

Over the previous 14 weeks of 2019 silencing, I actually went looking about online, on YouTube, blogs, journals, and the like, and woke up a lot more politically, started watching outside the “Conservative Inc.” ghetto I’ve been in since 2007. I learned up a lot, made new friends & connections, and broadened my mind. Ironically, FaceBook helped wake me up even more, all via their abusive policies.

Further, this new embannening should remind us that there are MILLIONS of people forbidden from FaceBook, perma-banned, in and out of FaceBook jail over and over for not bending the knee to our Digital Overlords. This will not do.  These electronic tyrants and front-men for the elite cabal, these fake news purveyors & real news preventers, these false prophets of utopia & Globalist tyranny, these God-hating truth-hating would-be omnipotent moral busybodies are the past, not the future.

Not sure if I will be back on FaceBook, if ever. I might even just take up the news aggregation again, given the massive push against the spreading of facts, ideas, and truth on social media. WordPress may object at some point, so I’ll just migrate elsewhere.

You can’t stop the signal. You can’t silence God. You can’t erase the truth by an avalanche of lies, and you can’t kill faith, hope, and love implanted by God in the human heart. THAT is what Advent Christmas is Really All About™.

Still, I will genuinely miss my hundreds of FB minions, your jokes, comments, gifts & charitable donations, your stories to repost, and daily back and forth which means so much to a sick person at home. Pray for me.

Over the years, I’ve shown you all how to do this. Where to look, what sites to look at, and which to ignore. Go forth, be a pain-in-the-butt Junior Binks. Head over to Vox Day’s Blog, sign up for his Unauthorized.tv, and watch his near-daily YouTube videos. Yes, he’s an acquired taste, but he’s a seeker, a truth-teller, and a weapon in God’s hand.

Be brave, take risks, rise up and let your light so shine before men, that they see your good works, and glorify your Father, which is in heaven. Rejoice in victories, learn from defeats. Work out your salvation with fear & trembling, for it is God that works in you to establish His good will and purpose.

Thus saith,

Teh Binks

Once More Doing Hard Time in FB Jail

Not Exactly D-Day, But…

~Spencer Fernando: We must honour our veterans with actions, not just words 

~ SO THERE I AM in early May 1995, on stage at the 1945 VE Day event for the entire province, in front of 1500 veterans, family, and guests.. only to realize I’d left my carefully crafted sermon… AT HOME, 45 minutes away. [BRAIN SPAZZ!]

Breathe!.. think!.. I normally wrote out my sermons as I’d speak them, if not for my moderate stage-fright. No time for that.

I start writing it out on a spare piece of paper, hoping the service I helped compose & the other observances will take a few minutes… Phew!

One of the most awkward but most rewarding moments ever, for a young first-time parish minister, proud to represent my grand uncles, my great uncle Gren who died in WW2, and my Grandfather, who served in Burma. Together with the men & women in front of the stage, I refused to fail them all, as they did not fail us.

Current national misleader (and Remembrance Day avoider) Trudeau & his petty minions do not represent or speak for me, or for so many families of veterans, who boldly say, down the years “WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.” Do it.

God gave me enough to preach as I’d intended that day, and I’ve tried to honour the memory of my own family veterans long years since. I also let the vets have their pick of hymns for local Remembrance Day services, without fussing too hard, as some clergy did back then.

Thus saith,

Teh Binks

 

FaceBastards, Redux

UPDATE: Had to borrow somebody’s mobile number to get back on FB. Then, deleted said number from FB account. It makes total sense. Could have been anybody’s phone, as long as I knew them. Bizarro-world.

> 2015: “FaceBook, You Suck.” The last time Zuck’s bots messed with my stuff.

~ AS I’VE NO DOUBT mentioned before, I hate FaceBook. It is intrusive advertising nanny-state social media, run by a progressive petty tyrant.

Last time around (2015), they locked me out of not one but TWO versions of my FaceBook account, because hidden trolls who did not like my political views registered complaints about my “real name”. I lost access to family pictures, articles, my friends-list, and a whole chunk of my digital life.

Never give control of your things to people you only think you know or trust. ALWAYS HAVE BACKUPS.

Yay, bullying, with a digital edge. Very hip, much now.

But Wait, There’s More!

Today– around 1:30pm– allegedly because my account has been “unusually” active (and because they care very very much) they require me to enter a mobile phone number (I don’t have a mobile phone) “for added security”. Until then, I have no access whatsoever to my FB account.

This is all I can see just now:

No, I don’t share holiday snaps and cake recipes and high school reunion pictures (much), or share pictures of my current meal, or update you all on every facet of my boring life. Yes, Binks love politics, religion, culture, and especially the non-progressive and mainstream sewage that passes for “What We All Know”.

Mostly, I throw some links online, and do a lot of chatting and counselling with friends & family & people who have questions. I get names for my prayer list, and meet people across the country and around the world. As a disabled person, it’s a real part of “getting out”, getting in touch, and doing Christ’s work. As I said in 2015:

… I’m an ill guy living at home, alone much of the time, and FaceBook– despite all the privacy and other issues– is a major part of my chance to reach out, hear back, counsel, preach, build a wide variety of friendships around the world, communicate on matters I consider important or topical or timely. Minus FaceBook, I will be even more lonely, alone, and prone to the Black Dog, and that really sucks. Thanks, Zuckerberg, you heinous power-mad twerp.

So. Here we are. Again.

Is it worth my fighting with them over this, or creating yet ANOTHER FB identity, only to probably get more of the same from FaceBorg?

Please comment. ~

Saith,

The Binks

 

 

ER & Fun With Owwies

–> Canadian emergency rooms plagued by overcrowding; Canada ranked last among OECD countries in health care wait times

–> ‘We felt like screaming’: Wife says crowded hospital failed her dying husband

–> Horror stories from overcrowded hospitals creating new breed of patient activist

–> Death-Care? Canada’s vulnerability to the culture of death is exacerbated by Canada’s single-payer, i.e. state-funded and state-run, health care system

 

 

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~ TEH BINKS, he comes from a solidly medical family (on one side): my Dad was a pathologist like his Scots-Canadian Dad before him; Dad’s Mom trained as a nurse (RN); my Mom trained as an Occupational Therapist; my Dad’s brother is a surgeon, his sister a nurse & nursing professor (both volunteered to aid victims after the Haiti Earthquake), my aunt a dental nurse (RN). I was supposed to be a pathologist, too, but you can’t do that with math-dyslexia, it turns out.

Thus, I respect what doctors are & can do, but I also know what they aren’t and can’t do… and sometimes, medicos are simply and utterly underwhelming. That, plus an overworked medical and nursing profession, health cutbacks, and too much bureaucracy & government rationing = special fun.

Binks Has The Crud

After the six hour sweaty dizzy painy weaky stint in the ER, Dr. Snitty McNoBedside *should* have said: “Sir, I’m glad to say it’s not acute or flagrant appendicitis yet, according to the tests.. however, you clearly are in pain, and your body is possibly reacting to some kind of intestinal inflammation and infection. Given your immune-issues, I strongly suggest you see your GP first thing tomorrow, and see if he recommends some antibiotics or other treatment.”

What was said to me from the above? Nada. I might as well have been a malingering street-bum looking for a mercy-hit of opioids– “You have nothing that we can treat here.” You effing loon.

Off To Another Doc

This morning? Still sweaty dizzy painy weaky. Not well. My amazing GP gave me antibiotics, for an obvious bout of intestinal/ diverticular inflammation-infection. Like I tried to tell them in the ER.

Thing is, I’m a pro-active patient, attentive to my health because I have to be. I have a medically aware mind, if not training, and I’m willing to speak up and ask questions, because doctors have not descended on a ray of light from a higher plane.

What about the quiet patient? The fearful & overly-respectful? Someone without an advocate (like She-Binks & I have in each other)? Someone with actual or serious disease which does not fit the diagnostic model? Someone with a crappy doctor? Really serious medical problems? Semi-compis mentis?

Even as we waited yesterday, the loudspeaker squeaked some code-message: I asked the nurse what it was about– the ER was officially too full. No room left. At 6pm.

Multi-Tier Treatment

We’ve had a mild debate in this country about “two-tier” health care. The bitter truth is, we have many-tier health care– all depending on rich/ poor; outspoken or quiet; rural or urban;  bitchy or over-patient; informed or uninformed.

And we’re burying more people than we should– at $12-30K per person for our “free” health care, because of ER and surgical wait-times, doctor-shortages, and wait-times to see specialists. Here in NS, there are still several hundred thousand people with no family doctor.. who end up in the ER for ordinary medical issues, prescriptions and the like. Nationally, 15% of the public have no GP. It’s become euthanasia by waiting-list.. the silent killer.

Meanwhile, no doubt Glorious Leader & saviour SelfieMan Justin in Ottawa will send countless billions overseas to improve ER wait-times in some other land than his own, you know, the one he has a duty and responsibility for, in law and by God. It is to weep.

I’m really starting to think that– just like Obama and America, Mr. Trudeau & his bosses & minions &the bureaucracy don’t give a flying f*ck about ordinary people, or the suffering and death of Canadians on their watch. It’s not about you, schmuck.

Finally, In Concussion

From what I recall of yesterday afternoon & evening of the intake staff, nurses, and the intern doc? Superb. Dr. Snitty McNoBedside? Considering registering an official complaint.

Having a super-crappy day. Love you all, anyway. Prayers, please.

Teh Binks

Still Not Dead Yet