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Life's a Beach (a pun of course): tales from our August vacation.

For months Melissa had looked forward to the twelve day vacation we had been planning, and to spending a good deal of that time sitting on Panama City Beach. Our friend and brother, John Wade Moore, had offered to put us up for a week – or perhaps to put up with us for a week – and we certainly wouldn't turn down his hospitality. So adding a few days to the beginning and end of the time he offered, we also had the opportunity to visit with some of our Christian brethren along the way.

On the night of August 13th, we had dinner and grabbing a few bottles of some good German beer we headed down to the beach to sit and watch the stars. Sitting in the moonlit darkness of a clear night on Sunnyside Beach, which was a stop on the way to our destination the next morning, we saw three unusual lights in the sky, which were certainly not planets or stars. The lights were not part of a single solid object, but were rather points forming a triangle, and each of them would disappear momentarily and then quickly reappear, in a constant rhythm that lasted the entire time we observed them. The rhythm was almost as if the lights were three points on the dial of a clock, each obscured momentarily as an imaginary second hand swept over it. We watched them for well over an hour, and they seemed to be drifting up and down the Florida coast, sometimes a little closer to each other and sometimes moving further away. And while we could see the stars in the background between them, they always maintained the same triangular shape in relation to one another. The next day we noted that in relation to our location, the lights were in the same direction as Eglin Air Force Base. Searching the internet, we found a video which claimed to be of something similar to what we saw, but not quite exact, which was claimed to have been taken at Lehigh Acres, Florida on August 8th, at least 300 miles southeast of where we were staying. Were they UFO's? Some secret government technology? We won't join in the conjecture and the conspiracy theories, but we indeed saw what we describe here.

Panama City Beach is a beautiful place, however one cannot help but notice that it is not the place that it used to be. Although I never visited the area until 2012, when I was a young man I had a friend who had grown up and lived there. A lifelong Navy man and Master Chief named Jerry Campbell. It was from him that I first heard the phrase Redneck Riviera, and Jerry was proud of the appellation. So is our friend John Wade. But now the effects of the failed artificial American economy are quite noticeable. Boarded-up or dilapidated buildings where one would expect to see thriving businesses, prime land for sale and the signs which advertise their availability are old and weathered, all signs of a world in decay; except for the seeming indifference of the exclusive resorts and the international corporate franchises.

The most alarming aspect of the changes taking place at Panama City Beach, however, is the nature of its visitors. It is certainly no longer the Redneck Riviera. We spent the next seven days and evenings in a luxury resort, in a 10th floor condo overlooking the Gulf. We could never afford to stay in such a place if we had to provide it for ourselves. Yet we were quite surprised at many of the guests who obviously could afford to stay there. While there was a fair share of White working or middle-class couples among the guests and residents, most of them older than ourselves, it seemed that they were barely half of the population. The other half was comprised of mostly Asians, Mestizos, and Negroes, and we were surprised at their numbers. For example, we marveled at how Mexican families who hardly spoke English and who were obviously not very long on this side of the border could afford at least $1500 a week to stay in such a place, and that price only includes the room. And there were a lot of them, at least compared to what we may have expected. Somehow, the American economy seems only to have failed for White people.

Another alarming site was the frequency of mixed-race couples. So many attractive middle-class blondes with Negroes glued to their hips, like swans dancing with crows. So many men with wives that looked like they had just crawled out of some Third World jungle, or some cage at the local zoo. We recalled the days when such race-mixing usually occurred only at the lowest levels of society, on the fringes of urban ghettos or in the bayous of the Deep South. Now the trend has fully infected the middle and upper classes, and it is destroying a large part of our youth. After four or five generations of programming by the Jewish media conglomerates, the youth certainly don't even notice, and neither do most of their elders. We could not help but notice, and be sickened, by the disease.

On the night of the 15th, sitting on the balcony and sipping on drinks of our own experiment, trying our hand at mixing our own somewhat tropical concoctions, we sat and watched a large bright orb low on the western horizon. Perhaps it was Venus, but it seemed not to move for hours. Eventually it was obscured by large storm clouds which had moved in from the northeast. We did not see it again on the evenings which followed. Seeing what was going on around us, and thinking about the night skies over the Gulf, I could not help but think of the words of our Saviour, found in Luke chapter 17, and we pray the day comes quickly although we know it may not come quickly enough for our liking:

22 Then He said to His students: “The days are coming when you shall desire to see one of the days of the Son of Man, and you shall not see. 23 And they shall say to you ‘Behold, He is there!’ or ‘Behold, He is here!’ You should not depart nor give pursuit. 24 For even as lightning flashing illuminates from beneath this part of heaven to beneath that part of heaven, thusly shall the Son of Man be in His day. 25 But first it is necessary for Him to suffer many things and to be rejected by this race. 26 And just as it was in the days of Noah, thusly it shall be in the days of the Son of Man. 27 They were eating, they were drinking, they were marrying, they were giving in marriage, until the day in which Noah entered into the vessel and the deluge had come and destroyed all. 28 Likewise just as it came to pass in the days of Lot, they were eating, they were drinking, they were buying, they were selling, they were planting, they were building, 29 but in the day Lot departed from Sodom, it rained fire and sulfur from heaven and destroyed all.

After enjoying nine days of what is left of paradise, the return to the reality of our everyday lives was about to come quite abruptly. Melissa and I left Panama City Beach and on the way back to Bristol we arrived in the beautiful mountains of northern Georgia to visit with Bruce Bohn and his lovely family. After we got settled in at the Bohn residence, having enjoyed a wonderful meal and some good conversation, I checked the status of the servers which run (there were six of them at the time, and I will explain the reasons for that later). It was late Wednesday evening. Well, perhaps now it was very early Thursday morning.

It was then that I noticed that the server which I called Delilah was down, and I could not reach it in order to reboot it remotely. (All of my servers have names, and of course Delilah was a counterpart to another server named Samson.) I sent a support request off to the Internet Service Provider asking them to investigate the matter. Delilah was the server where some sites unrelated to Christogenea which we also host were located, such as and

The following afternoon, around 5 PM Thursday, sitting on Bruce's porch I was once again checking the remaining servers, with a specialized app on my android tablet, and planning to send another email to our ISP because Delilah was not yet in service. It was then that the remaining servers hosted there, Phoenix, Attika and Ithaka, disappeared before my eyes. All of was now offline.

Nine days earlier, just after Melissa and I had first arrived in Florida, I had received an email from the same ISP (on the 13th). They announced that they were relocating to a new facility, and that on August 16th our servers would be down for about three hours during a 6-to-8 hour window. But on the 16th the servers never went down.

Therefore when all of our servers went offline on the 22nd, although the window was much longer, I nevertheless assumed that the relocation was finally taking place and that they would be available again shortly. I was upset, however, that the servers would be down on what is a usually busy weekday evening. Why did they not plan their move in the quiet hours of the early morning? Well, Delilah going down the night before, perhaps they did, and ran into trouble. I watched for the four servers to come back online throughout the evening. They never did.

Friday morning I was up at 6 AM, and seeing that the servers were not yet online, I was determined to immediately move Christogenea and the other sites we host elsewhere. They were moving regardless of whether the servers were back online, because by this time I was thoroughly disgusted with the poor planning and ability demonstrated by the ISP.

We already had two servers (Lakedaimon and Makedonia) with another company, and had planned to migrate parts of the operation there after the vacation. But they are not large enough for all of Christogenea. They were also already running, and a few other websites. is where the voice-chat server is located, among other things.

I also had already chosen a third ISP which we had been considering, and Friday morning I ordered a server from them. That took a few tricks, since not having a scanner I had to print off forms on Bruce's computer, and upon completing them took pictures of them and my personal identification with my tablet, emailing them back, but it worked rather well in the end. Sometimes it does pay to be a gadget nut. The android tablet and Skype bailed me out a few times, since I had fried my phone in the Gulf of Mexico and wouldn't have a replacement until I got back to Bristol. That first server with a new ISP was delivered (electronically) for our use early that same afternoon, so I ordered a second server from that same company immediately. Thusly we were replacing our original four servers at the first ISP with two newer, much larger and faster servers.

We arrived home in Bristol at 5:30 PM Friday, and unpacked the car. I really wanted to get the main site online immediately, but I had a program with Clifton scheduled for 8PM and configuring a new server takes a little longer than that. Instead I was only able to make a few DNS changes and put up a quick single-page website, managing to at least redirect people to Talkshoe for the program. Google Analytics later told me that nearly 300 people saw that single page before I took it down and got Christogenea back online.

Tired after the program, I was up at 6AM the following morning, which was Saturday, and had the main website and eight subdomains up by 9AM on the first new server (also called Phoenix). They had been down for approximately 40 hours. I then engaged in some of the many clerical tasks involved in website hosting until I could receive delivery on and configure the second new server, which happened that afternoon.

After the Saturday evening program, I was able to get the Kinsman Redeemer and websites up and running on the second server (which I called Sparta). On Sunday I restored nine Christogenea subdomains On Monday I restored nine other websites and subdomains. I put two idle Christogenea subdomains which I had hosted for others into storage (the Sojourner and Vandal websites), and for diverse reasons they will probably not be back up.

The original servers from the ISP where, until last week, we had hosted Christogenea and the other sites mentioned here are still under contract, are paid for through various dates in September, but they are not yet back online. If we had waited for them, we would still be sitting on our hands. (It is now September 4th, this article is being edited for publication in the Saxon Messenger, and they are still not online.)

The only reason why Christogenea is up at all is because of some valuable lessons which I learned when our original ISP, 1and1 Internet, unceremoniously canceled our accounts and the four servers we leased from them until July of last year. First, a critical server crash which we suffered in September of 2011 taught me to always have double the online capacity that we need. At that time, we had two servers minimally large enough to host all of our websites and data, and when one crashed we had nowhere to relocate the websites it held for several days. That is why for the past year we have had five servers (and a sixth which was originally planned to replace two of the first five, and now it has) when three would probably have been more than sufficient.

When 1and1 dumped our accounts, I had also learned the hard way that I should never put all of our internet eggs into one basket. So I moved all of the domain name registrations to one company, all of the DNS services to another, and used two other different companies for web hosting services.

But there is more. There are two additional servers on another continent, which we lease mostly for one purpose: the nightly data backups which I automated last year. These are relatively inexpensive, and I also host some sites on them which are mostly unrelated to any of our Christian Identity endeavors. If it were not for these, Christogenea as we know it would be no more, since it would take many months to upload all of the data from my home computer (where I keep another full backup). In contrast, it only takes a few hours (twelve for the main Christogenea server) to transfer files from one ISP to another. After the Friday program, I initiated the data transfer for Christogenea, and it ran all night, so that the the site could be up and running Saturday morning. In essence, Melissa and Samson (yes, I named my backup servers after my wife and my dog) saved the websites.

Why all of the effort? Because our work and are sustained by a community of good and like-minded brethren who believe in our message and who want to see that it is propagated among all of our worldly brethren. We shall never be popular, but we only seek to be effective, by giving as many White men and women as possible the opportunity to hear our message. Therefore we feel that we have an obligation to those brethren, and to all of the others in our Christian Israel community, to do all that our ability affords in order to keep it up and running. If Yahweh God gives us the ability, we sure as hell better use it. That is why we do what we do.

While we truly do not seek worldly rewards, all of these efforts are indeed rewarded. Currently 600 to 800 different people visit every day, nearly half of which have never seen the site before. The site typically gets 700 to 900 visits a day, and 90% of them visit the main website as well as particular subdomains. As I write this, Christogenea is ranked 161,332 in the world and 27,643 in the U.S., out of literally hundreds of millions of websites. Since we only seek to be effective, we are certainly achieving our goal. And while on the grand scale of things 25,000 visits a month is not a great number, every year we do better than the previous year, and we know not how far we can go, but we are surely going to keep running the race.

Downtime costs visitors, because it lowers a website's ranking, and as a result lowers its visibility in search engines. When Google attempts to crawl a site and it is not there, it penalizes the site in future search results. Christogenea typically gets 25% of its traffic from search engines, and most of that is from Google. Furthermore, people are unlikely to come back to a website that is down a few times when they visit it, regardless of the value of its message. Therefore we do our best not to allow any downtime.

In order to accomplish the goals which we set for when we started the website in 2009, we knew that in order to be effective we needed not only the best content we could produce, but also a good implementation technically in order to present that content in a way that makes people want to look at or listen to it. That again is why we make the effort that we do, and especially because nobody else is going to do it for us. We are constantly searching for ways to improve both our message and its presentation.

We also thank Yahweh our God for you all, for all of our readers and listeners who help in one way or another to make what it is.

Is this a coincidence? Last year when I made a two-month trip through the South, my camera broke on Panama City Beach and when I got home (after a few additional stops) I had to replace all of my servers. This year, visiting Panama City Beach, I once again lost a camera - along with my cellphone - and when I got home I had to replace all of my servers. If John Wade Moore will have us back next year, we will be there. However if lightning strikes again, Melissa had better not be disappointed when we go somewhere else in 2015.

[This article had 353 reads on the Saxon Messenger website.]