How Libs Want You to Celebrate Halloween

When I was a kid, Halloween was fun. Now a lot of corrupt grownups have gotten involved in it, blood ‘n’ guts, the occult, Halloween displays that get mistaken for real mayhem, and real mayhem that gets mistaken for Halloween displays, etc. So the day has taken on a darker tone.

And now, to finish off whatever innocent enjoyment remains in Halloween, we have–ta-da-dah!–the University of Wisconsin’s helpful hints for trick-or-treaters and costume party-goers ( http://hotair.com/archives/2014/10/31/welcome-to-your-politically-correct-halloween/ ).

You won’t believe this dreck. Let me give you a verbatim sample.

WEARING A FUNNY COSTUME? Ask yourself: Is the humor based on “making fun” of real people, real human traits or cultures? Though intended to be funny, the “Mental Patient” costume by Disguise was considered demeaning, dehumanizing, and humiliating to individuals struggling with a mental illness and their families… the costume reinforced stereotypes and fears about persons with mental illness.

Similar paragraphs get on your case for wearing a scary costume, a historical costume–forsooth! don’t even think about letting your kids be costumed as Native Americans!–or wearing “a ‘beautiful’ costume,” because the whole idea of “beauty” just isn’t fair, yatta-yatta.

Each of these begins with the admonition to “ask yourself”–and by the time you’re done asking yourself, Halloween is over and you missed it.

Here’s a helpful hint about understanding the behavior of liberals: their fun is to spoil somebody else’s fun. They really can’t be happy unless they’re making you feel miserable or guilty.


So You Think the Fight is Over?

As of today we learn that the lesbian mayor of Houston has withdrawn her subpoenas of Houston pastors’ sermons, assorted writings and communications, and anything else resembling the exercise of free speech and religious liberty in opposition to her now-infamous “bathroom law” that allows mentally disturbed men who claim to be women to use women’s rest rooms.

Has she had a change of heart? I doubt it. But she did have a national uproar on her hands, plus pastors mailing her copies of their sermons, and people mailing her Bibles, from all over the country. She may be a villain, but she isn’t stupid. She realized that she had gone a step too far, too soon, and had to retreat.

For the time being.

America is not quite ready yet for “gays” to dictate what may or may not be preached from the pulpit in a church.

But if you think they’ve given up on it, you’re wrong.

Two contradictory moral codes may not reign supreme over one society. Either American Christianity must re-assert itself, awake, and reconquer lost ground; or else Gaydeology will conquer it and reign supreme. “Sexual liberation” will become America’s highest moral value, and faithfulness to the Word of God her most severely punished crime.

And if you think any of Organized Sodomy’s triumphal progress so far has been achieved without the fervent, unwavering support of the Democrat Party…

Please think again.


‘The Village of the Damned’

I had never seen this classic horror (or is it science fiction?) film. My parents wouldn’t let me see it when it came out in 1960. Something somebody said recently made me want to try to watch it on my computer. That turned out to be harder than I expected, but eventually we managed it.

And it turned out to be two for the price of one: the original 1960 black-and-white British production starring George Sanders, and John Carpenter’s 1995 color remake starring Christopher Reeve. Both are based on The Midwich Cuckoos (1957), a novel by John Wyndham.

And both are quite good, too. You won’t get a lot of blood and guts thrust under your nose, and neither version tries to be “realistic” by depicting all the characters in the story as fools or degenerates, or both. The 1995 edition features truly gorgeous cinematography. The more subdued 1960 film is a little creepier. John Carpenter used the old screenplay for his model, and named it in the credits.

So what’s the story? For no reason that we can ever find out, everybody in the town of Midwich suddenly faints and is out for several hours before just as suddenly waking up again. A little later, it is discovered that practically all the women in the town are pregnant. This is awkward, as you can well imagine. The children who are born all have pale blond hair and freaky eyes, but are otherwise normal… not.

We soon learn that these children share a group mind which makes them more intelligent than adults and endows them with certain deadly powers. They are right scary little fiends. Think about it the next time you read a fantasy by some fat-head who thinks it would be cool if children had magical powers.

If I told you any more of the plot, I’d spoil the story for you. Both versions are excellent, and we enjoyed watching them on consecutive nights.

Unlike the news, the horror of a scary movie stops when the movie stops.

 


I’m on the Radio Tomorrow

I’ll be the guest of Mike and Tim tomorrow on RIGHT Spokane Perspective, 9 a.m. Pacific Time, 12 noon Eastern, discussing my books and the need to sock it to the Dems in the coming election.

To listen on your computer, go to http://www.acn.cc at the appropriate time and click on the Liberty Bell to get a media player.

My voice isn’t much for aesthetic quality, but I hope you’ll be interested in what I have to say.


Libs Wouldn’t Like You to Buy My Books

You folks should see the comments I refuse to display. They’re all from libs and progs, they’re all chock-full of cusswords, most of them express the wish that some tragedy should overtake me, and besides which, half the time, they’re so inarticulate, it’s all I can do to figure out what they mean.

I guarantee they would be unhappy if they thought a lot of people were reading Bell Mountain and its sequels. They’d be even more unhappy if they were to read these books themselves and see what’s in them. And they would gnash their teeth over what is not in them! I leave the rest of this thought to your imagination.

Look, I have to do this from time to time because this is the only advertising I’ve got. Besides, Christmas is coming and my books would make good presents for children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews–and adults, too. And right now amazon.com is selling the paperbacks at big discounts.

If you like high adventure, sharply-drawn characters, way-out-there settings, and plenty of action, all wrapped up in a Biblical worldview, these are the books you ought to be buying–and not just for yourself.

I know, I know–here’s this guy talking about his own books, isn’t it disgraceful? Betcha didn’t mind when Frank Purdue did it, or that old guy who owned Wendy’s. It is sort of embarrassing to do it, though.

All right, then–as long as you’re here, click “Books” and visit the amazon.com page of each of the six books, and check out the Customer Reviews. They’re almost all five-star reviews.

This concludes the commercial. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.


A Rat as Big as a Car

Hi! Mr. Nature here, this time via the “Believe It Or Not” Dept.

What would you say if you saw a rat (or hamster or guinea pig, you get the general idea) as big as your car? Well, OK, probably I couldn’t print it. But it seems there really is, or once was, such a creature. In 2008 its skull turned up in Uruguay. Scientists named it (good luck, pronouncing this) Josephoartigasia ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josephoartigasia_monesi ).

Joe the Giant Rat, scientists estimate, was 10 feet long and five feet tall, with a 12-inch-long incisor tooth in a skull 21″ long. They estimate the animal weighed up to 3,382 pounds: that’s as much as two adult male polar bears, or a full-grown female white rhinoceros. And that’s the conservative estimate: when it was first discovered, they were thinking 5,000 pounds-plus. They reckon it fed on soft water plants, cheese having not yet been invented. They say it lived from four to two million years ago, for what that estimate is worth.

It makes me wonder what else is out there waiting to be discovered.

Behold the works of the Lord. No, I don’t know why He created this Josephoartigasia and then didn’t keep it around for us to see. No, I have no theological explanation for extinction: the subject is not discussed in the Bible.

All I know is that God created a vast number of really cool animals that were also probably really dangerous, and that they aren’t with us anymore. He created them for His pleasure and they were, by definition, perfect. It’s my personal belief that, with a whole universe at His disposal, God simply took these creatures off the earth and moved them somewhere else–

Leaving their fossils here for us to marvel at.

Wow.

 


One of My Nightmares

I have this dream from time to time, and I had it last night.

In all versions of it, I’m still in high school even though I’m now 65 years old. My classmates are no spring chickens, either. You see, we haven’t finished yet! They keep on adding to the time you must spend in school. Last night, as in most versions of the dream, we were halfway through June without the school year ending. Every day you think is going to be the last, or next to last–nope! It just goes on and on.

I’m coming to believe this is a prophetic dream.

What would our evil, crazy rulers and their expert advisers like better than to keep us all in school for as long as we live? Much easier to control us! They can even control what we eat and when we eat it. And all the while, in classroom after classroom, they can talk at us without our being allowed to get up and leave, or talk back. And they can control what information we get and what information we don’t get.

What seems a nightmare to a normal person is a progressive’s (translation: communist fat-head) golden dream.

Oh! But how can a society generate enough wealth to live on, if everybody’s still in school instead of working?

But under the very best of circumstances, not requiring the population to be confined in school, societies run by progressives really stink at creating wealth, and excel in wasting it.


Nameless Portraits on a Colossal Scale

Life is full of unanswered questions. Like, why did I once pay money to watch Tentacles? But there are bigger mysteries than that.

In the hot, steamy country around the Gulf of Mexico, in Vera Cruz, in Tabasco, there flourished long ago a civilization we call “Olmec.” That was the name given to them by people who came along much, much later. We have no idea what these people called themselves.

According to archeologists’ best guess, Olmec civilization lasted from 1500 to 400 B.C., approximately. The Olmecs had writing, but they didn’t leave many inscriptions and most of these haven’t been deciphered yet. So we know nothing of their history, their famous people, their beliefs, or their customs. We don’t know the name of even one Olmec. They do seem to have invented the ancient Mesoamerican ball game that was still being played by the Maya and the Aztecs a thousand years after the Olmec civilization disappeared.

But did the Olmec people disappear with it?

The most tantalizing remains of this civilization are 17 colossal stone heads, the biggest of them weighing almost 50 tons, all of them made sometime well before 900 B.C. The Olmecs didn’t use the wheel and had no beasts of burden, so how they transported these enormous stones is a mystery as yet unsolved. That they could do this very difficult work proves that they had skills and resources worthy of a great civilization–even if we don’t know what they were.

The cool thing about these gigantic heads is that they seem to be portraits of real people. No two are alike. Each face has its own expression, its own distinctive features. The Wikipedia article shows all 17 ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olmec_colossal_heads ).

Who were these men? Rulers? Gods? Ballgame stars? Epic heroes? Nobody knows. Some of them smile at us; some of them frown. It’s as if they know we’ll never know the answer.

There are people living in the Olmec lands today who seem to resemble the stone portraits. So it may be that the Olmec people survived the dissolution of their civilization, even if all knowledge of it became lost.

What will remain, someday, of our own global humanist civilization?

The stone heads of our day are still attached to the leaders’ and the wise men’s shoulders.

 


When a Church Makes a Bad Neighbor

The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.  Matthew 8:20

Do you think Our Lord would have been happier if he’d had a great big modern church equipped with every amenity?

The church across the street from me has all sorts of amenities, including ones that are anything but amenities for the church’s neighbors.

Every day it doesn’t rain, they have this horrible machine, sort of like the huge lawn mowers used on golf courses, that goes round and round, vacuuming up fallen leaves. Some fat guy rides on it. If you were new to the neighborhood, you might think we had a jet-port hidden somewhere.

The machine is escorted by two or three men with leaf-blowers, the kind that strap to your back, and another guy with a very loud edger.

When you call the church office to complain about the noise they’re making, absolutely nothing happens.

Now, what does all this have to do with the church’s ordained mission of taking care of God’s people–teaching them God’s word, seeing to their spiritual welfare, and providing charity to those who need it? Where is it written that there must not be a single leaf on any of the sidewalk surrounding the church? That the grass must be edged every day? And how much money does it cost the church to do this every day?

Do you have a church in your town that thinks it’s a boiler-making factory?

But then if the churches really cared about their mission all along, and performed it diligently, we wouldn’t have the kind of America we have today.


How Much Do They Want from Us?

Here’s a question to ask any “progressive” (translation: soft-core communist): “At what point do you decide you have enough power over us and don’t want any more?”

They want to control our health care. They’re designing little buttons we can wear that’ll rat us out to the massa if we eat something he thinks we shouldn’t eat.

They want to review our pastors’ sermons. They want all of us to participate in and “celebrate” same-sex pseudo-weddings, or else. People have been thrown in jail for having a garden in the front yard instead of the back, or not mowing their lawn to the satisfaction of the authorities. If they don’t like the color you’ve painted your house, they’ll make you re-paint it: and you’d better get it right, this time.

The National Science Foundation has a government grant to monitor the Internet and the social media to study “errors”–that is, remarks and questions that the government deems extremist or hateful. Like, “Marriage is between a man and a woman,” but not like “You $#%$%! How dare you say that? You should have your lungs torn out with a trowel!” It’s only hateful if some progressive says it is.

They want to dictate what the kids should have for lunch. They want to create “equality” by confiscating the money that you worked for and giving it to someone who sat at home playing video games. They demand the right to tell you want kind of car you can drive and when and how far you can drive it, what kind of house or apartment you can live in, and how much electricity you should be allowed to use.

At what point will the progressives/liberals/Democrats/citizens of the world be contented? How much of our lives must be under their boots for them to leave the rest alone?

I think you know the answer.


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