SINGAPORE

Lately my audience has been according to statistics has been from Singapore, by the hundreds, and make up a majority of the viewers of my blog THE SHEPHERD'S JOURNAL. 

On X, I notice a large amount of West Coast business women who follow me, many of whom are from Singapore. 

Singapore is a small island country that has a strong military, which makes it impossible for it to be bullied. 

They also have a strong social undergirding of their population so that it is impossible for communism to gain a foothold. 

They also have defeated drug use and have a great sense of cleanliness. Some have jokingly said that you don't see flies around food courts because it's against the law. They have strengthened the laws so that drug users are terrified. This is a good thing. 

Part of the reason why so many from Singapore follow me is because I am a strong supporter of Donald j Trump. I prayed for almost two decades for a president that understood the power of tariffs, which we abandoned early in the 19th century due to an overly compassionate and zealous Christianity that got rid of tariffs and went to a progressive tax and started prohibition, which was a disaster. 

Although I am not a prophet, I often have great clarity, and I suspect that our country is being remade in Trump's image. 

Although I am a Christian, I was trained by my mother as many young men were in the USA to never back down from a bully. Every time I came home badly beaten up, my mother would grill me and ask me if I backed down, and if she was satisfied, I was given a bowl of ice cream. 

Although I love the sound of my own voice, I think it is time to wrap this post up. Stay tuned.

SHEPHERDS

Today is Friday, the 23rd day of 2026. The time is approximately 8:30ish a.m. cat is on my lap. I'm ready to dig in to the best blog in the world. I'm a member of the Donald j Trump study group and mental health club. We need to do both because some of us have been brutally assaulted by the liberals, not the old-fashioned kind, but the new take no hostages insane suicidal kind. May I say a word in defense of the few Democrats who have not lost their minds? Pennsylvania seems to be home to a couple or so. Even though they are union strong, they must have something in the water. There's also a couple or so on Fox News but I won't mention any names for fear of stirring up memories of abuse among my own group. My daughters are sensible and honorable women who started off strongly pro-life and voted mostly Republican but as they grew older and wiser they began to see the flaws in my favorite group the evangelicals. I am a lifelong conservative and have voted consistently but not totally Republican. I am now older and wiser and I did vote frequently for the Bush dynasty with little regret but I am ashamed of my vote for mitt Romney. I should have listened to my inner voice. My daughters and my off again on again young adorable neighbor friend with whom I have a mostly celibate relationship (no I am not going to define to you dirty minded nosy neighbors what I mean by celibate) All voted for Kamala. In their defense I can see the reservations about supporting my hero and my favorite president. I like the sound of my own voice and I love to teach and clarify but I think it's time for me to get on with my day which is terribly terribly interesting since I started this whole thing by praying for 20 years for a president that understood tariffs not realizing he would also be my clone, a fearless shepherd that will defend his flock to the death with just the truth and also his buddy and right hand man the first amendment warrior Elon musk. Later Gators.

DAVOS SUMMIT

Almost 9:00 a.m. cat is on my lap. Reading my favorite blogger Don comment about the summit in davos. I get to the cat poll and laugh loudly. I select Trump defeating Minnesota. I watch a converted and rehabilitated Fox News and learn about Scott's put down of Gavin and laugh my head off. I mull sending this Note to my honorable, hardworking, but Gavin newsom loving daughter. Like my first amendment loving hero Elon says, The most entertaining possibility of the future is the most likely. And I am very entertained.

MORE HAPPILY CELIBATE INFO

I am now happily celibate. Only took 77 years and one very dangerous girlfriend that just broke up with me to get to this point. Now back to my new job. 5,000 Gospel preaching and gospel workers on Facebook, two or 3,000 Lydias, independent business women on Twitter, and watching the unfolding of an answer to prayer for 20 years, a president who understands the power of tariffs as taught by Jesus in the gold coin and fishes mouth.

Addenda. Outliving two beautiful wives also got me to this point. I wouldn't recommend this to anybody else but it does seem to be the special journey that I am on.

HAPPILY CELIBATE.. MOSTLY

8:00 a.m. the 21st day of the year 2026. At the age of 77 I am finally happily celibate. I'll not go into the gory details for most of you that have followed me already know them. 

Lord willing and the crik don't rise, I'm going to work on expanding my internet ministry and also hopefully my final book. THE POWER OF SPECIFIC PRAYER. Stay tuned.

77-YEAR-OLD POLITICAL JUNKIE

What a delightful surprise to see an extra blog. Now let me comment on my observation. There are two aircraft carriers and supporting vessels and aircraft all headed to Iran. To terrorize the citizens of Iran the terrorist plural are traveling around in open trucks with soldier standing up carrying automatic weapons. Those will make excellent targets. In the meantime I made myself a nice Mexican leftover casserole in the oven to warm up this cold room. I've got my Amazon fire TV fired up haha and I'm jumping back and forth between their news source AI driven on Fox News on Fox Business and also on YouTube also AI driven plus Twitter formerly x actually the other way around. The leftovers is my substitute for popcorn. I am having way too much fun for 77 years old political junkie. Stay tuned.

HONG KONG FRIEND

I am enjoying my friends on X. More than 70% are beautiful business women, but I have a strong desire to finally at the age of 77 be celibate. The following is a conversation from a friend from Hong Kong. 

Since the wind is blowing strongly and the temperature is close to zero and I am inside watching through my picture window I'm doing pretty good.

My young neighbor who's very adorable and has a high amount of estrogen has wisely broken up our relationship and I'm actually quite happy with it because I've always wanted to be single and happy. After out living two wives and now I'm ministering to a congregation on Facebook of several thousand gospel preachers and workers I'm going to have a pretty substantial workload which I enjoy but..

I enjoy your travel photos. I am by destiny with my tedious lymphedemic feet confined to either laying down or setting in my easy chair. So my ministry and my friendship with excuse me for saying gorgeous, not flirting, business women is going to keep me occupied. Later Gator.

HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY

Happy heavenly birthday, Will. Otherwise known as William Michael Daly. Both your father and your mother miss you.,

You are in the presence of your two grandmothers, your uncle William Michael Dittmer III, your great-grandfathers William Michael Dittmer Senior and Charles Daly Senior, and our savior and creator of the Universe. 

You already know, since you are a Chicago Bears fan, that the Chicago Bears beat the Packers, who's still suck. 

LATER GATORS!

January the 18th is the heavenly anniversary of my grandson William Michael Daly. My full name is William Michael Dittmer Jr. The name on my social security card when I first got it at the age of 12 used my middle name Mike. To find my books on Amazon you have to use my middle name Mike and my last name. 1986 is the year the Chicago Bears won the super bowl. It is also the year that my family and I moved from Waycross Georgia just north of the Okefenokee swamp where my family and I used to go down and feed Kraft fresh marshmallows to Al the monstrous alligator that would shock my friends when he came out of the water like a military tank and roar with his mouth wide open. My family stood bravely behind me but anybody that was there to take pictures usually ran for their car or bus. In the voice of Paul Harvey and now you know the rest of the story and why I always say later Gators.

Addenda. According to a neighbor who goes to Okefenokee swamp every year, Big Al is still there, but they wisely have fenced that area off to keep stupid fearless people like me from feeding him marshmallows.