Hell is a Cold Place

I don't know if hell is a cold place or not. I hope I never know.

I have heard that the road to hell is paved in good intentions. I don't know if that's true or not either.

I recently read a book about the exploration of the Antarctic, and one of the explorers (Frederick Cook) penned an unpublished autobiography titled, "Hell is a Cold Place." 

Cook was an interesting fellow. He was originally credited with being the first person to reach the North Pole, only to later be discredited and labeled a fraud. Many of his peers considered him a genius. 

Ironically, Robert Peary claimed to reach the North Pole a year later (1909), and had long been credited as the discoverer of the North Pole after Cook's claim was invalidated, although now it is believed Peary didn't make it to the North Pole either.

These early explorers were pioneers of masculinity. 

European men are the pinnacle of God's creation.

Perhaps you disagree with that statement. I don't really see how you could, but I assume if you do disagree then it's likely rooted in some form of ideological conformity. Because the acknowledgement of white supremacy has somehow been made taboo.

That being said, if you're looking for a really interesting read, check out Madhouse at the End of the Earth. It's a really good book. And very well written. I highly recommend the audiobook. 

Btw, I won my poker game today. Does that mean I'm no longer a loser?

European men have this perpetual longing to win. To explore. To conquer. It's in our DNA. Don't take my word for it, the proof is in the pudding.

Oh, Happy St Patrick's Day! Especially if you're Irish, like I am.

To celebrate this day, I'm making corned beef and cabbage. I hope you're at least drinking beer. Or giving glory to God.

St Patrick was an amazing European man. Do you know his story?

St. Patrick was a 5th-century Romano-British Christian missionary and bishop in Ireland, known as the "Apostle of Ireland" and the primary patron saint of the country.  Born in Roman Britain—likely near the Irish Sea—he was captured at age 16 by Irish raiders and enslaved in Ireland for six years, during which he turned to Christianity. After escaping and returning to Britain, he later felt called to return to Ireland as a missionary, bringing Christianity to the pagan Irish.

Wow. I'm all over the place. 

Can you believe I won at poker?

Speaking of Saints, St Paul has some words for you:

Colossians 2:8 Don’t let anyone capture you with empty philosophies and high-sounding nonsense that come from human thinking and from the spiritual powers of this world, rather than from Christ.

If you're still reading this, may the luck of the Irish be with you.

Maybe that's why I won today.

All glory to God, who is the Truth. The Life. And the Way.