Greetings and Salutations!

Greetings and Salutations! I first created this blog close to three years ago, but never entered anything into it. I gave it the name "Crazy Uncle" because it seemed to me that I was becoming the crazy uncle in my family. You know the one: he goes on about weird ideas and crazy theories; and you want to just dismiss what he says out of hand; the problem is he's right often enough that you can't dismiss him so quickly. My favorite quote of the day says, "The trouble with weather forecasting is that it's right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it.
- Patrick Young".

In my family, I'm the weatherman.

After creating the blog, though, which basically claimed the name, I ignored it. After my initial interest I thought that I really didn't have anything to say.

Fast forward three years. After slouching in front of the computer for the better part of six hours this Sunday (the impending blizzard helped me justify my pseudo-vegetative state), I suddenly realized that I had spent the majority of those six hours researching and writing about events in the Middle East, particularly as they relate to End-Times prophecies. I was doing it because on different forums people were asking me directly if I could explain such-and-such. The end result was a number of fairly long essays, limited mostly by the word count the different forums would allow. Even then, sometimes I simply broke the post into multiple posts. If I had a blog, then I could write these answers out, post them, and point people to the different posts.

So, apparently I do have something to say.

The first few posts will be stuff I've edited together from different questions I've been asked. I'll also go back and try to dig up things I've written about before, update them if necessary, and re-post them here. Because these were part of a set of back-and-forth discussions on different forums, I never kept most of them. Some I may have to find by doing an electronic archeological dig: crawl into various archives, collect the remains, and reassemble the bones. Then I'll hit them with an electric spark and watch the results go up in flames. Others I'll simply have to accept they've gone to that great hard disk in the sky. (Or into some computer at the NSA. You never know.)

For now, comments will be open, at least until someone makes it unpleasant enough. In the meantime, buckle your seat belts. We're in for a bumpy ride.