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About leeduigon

I have lived in Metuchen, NJ, all my life. I have been married to my wife Patricia since 1977. I am a former newspaper editor and reporter. I was also the owner-operator of my own small business for several years. I wrote various novels and short stories published during 1980s and 1990s. I am a long-time student of judo and Japanese swordsmanship (kenjutsu). I also play chess, basketball, and military and sports simulations.

You Do Know There’s a Comment Contest?

Yo, everybody–I just want to remind you there’s a comment contest here, and whoever posts Comment No. 5,000 wins a free book.

How to play: simple. Just scroll down to the bottom of the post you’re reading and click “Leave a Comment” (or is it “Leave a Reply”? I never have to use it, so I can’t remember).

I will not publish comments abusive to me or to any other commenter, or containing the f-bomb, or blasphemous, or intended to sell a product while pretending to be a  comment (you get spammed if you try that), or just too blatantly inane for words. Otherwise, anything goes.

And yes, I do post comments by liberals. Not that I get that many.

Anyway, instead of sitting there watching the Stupid Bowl today, read fun articles on this blog and comment away.

Psalm 15, ‘Who May Abide in Your Tabernacle?”

Esther Mui has set the Psalms to music, and here is Psalm 15. She has done a fine work in doing this.

I had to get some cleanliness and sanity after writing my previous post. Cleanliness and sanity are gifts of God. They cannot be acquired from this fallen world.

Another Reason Not to Watch the Stupid Bowl

Are you tired of multimillionaire celebrities whining about how oppressed they are?

Well, if you’re not, you’ll enjoy the Super Bowl halftime show today, during which oppressed zillionaire superstar Beyonce will perform what has been described as “a racially charged” music video ( ).

The video will feature a police car being sunk into some body of water, and a wall spray-painted with the message, “Stop Shooting Us.” Because, as you know, white policemen make a habit of gunning down poor black males for no reason whatsoever and always get away with it because of White Privilege.

In fact, the overwhelming majority of “Us” who get murdered, get murdered by “Us.” Not by policemen. This is a fact. There are people who are not afraid to state it. But they don’t get to put on Super Bowl halftime shows.

Hey! Wouldn’t it be absolutely cool if Beyonce set off a race riot at the Super Bowl? I don’t know–is that what she wants? Because liberals sure do give the impression that that’s exactly what they want.

Our Lord blesses peacemakers. How do you suppose He feels about persons who go far out of their way to un-make the peace?

Turn it off, folks; turn it off. There’s got to be something better to do than watching this garbage.

Joe Collidge Protests My Uintatherium Video

I jist want to say that that unitatharium Video it was racist and stopid lee is a racist for postin it!

it is also Homo Phobbia and I think they was Climbit Change Denile in it too. He shulddnt be aloud to make posts like this and yiu wate till Hillery is Pressdint and then yull see what hapens! Then al these stopid peple thay wil have to go to Jail. Or may be get thare heads choped off! Becose thay are Haters and we jist wil not tollerate Haters not for one minnit, oh man them Haters make me so Mad and now my Moth antenners spining aruond and aruond and i think I feel whoozee…


Your attention, please.

The guest blogger was unable to continue on account of his extreme emotional reaction to the Uintatherium-gimmick soup commercial.

Normal service has been resumed.

A Prehistoric Lollapalooza

I’ve been trying to find you a video of one of my all-time favorite prehistoric animals, Uintatherium, and the best I can do is this old soup commercial. Actually, this Uintatherium looks pretty good, although its size is, shall we say, greatly exaggerated–unless it’s the mob of hungry humans who’ve been downsized.

This is the critter, the sight of which causes Lord Orth to lose his mind in The Last Banquet. It also caused me to lose track of 17 or 18 Temple servants, but my editor fixed that before the book was published.

Uintatherium was about the size of a full-grown rhinoceros, with a huge rectangular head full of horns, knobs, and tusks. I’ve always enjoyed it, and I hope you will, too.

Book Review: ‘Ancient Voices’ by Allison D. Reid

I have taken a shine to these books. Ancient Voices: Into the Depths is Book 2 of the Wind Rider Chronicles, the sequel to Journey to Aviad. Regular readers of this blog will know Allison Reid better as “Weavingword.”

Why do I like these books? Let me count the ways.

First and foremost, they are refreshing! Imagine that–a fantasy adventure series without lusty tavern wenches, The Invincible Female Warrior, the brawny barbarian who can copulate all day and then get up and fight a battle, know-it-all elves, crusty-but-benign wizards–I mean, imagine a fantasy populated by characters who are normal people! We don’t even have to suffer through scenes of heroes getting off wisecracks and zingers as they march light-heartedly into mortal peril.

This is downright revolutionary.

And because all these characters are normal, the reader will find it easy to believe in them. I like these folks! I really do. I especially like the two protagonists: sisters, Morganne, a young woman, and Elowyn, a girl passing into womanhood. Morganne is a seamstress by necessity and a scholar by avocation; Elowyn’s passion is the woodlands. They have gotten through some hard traveling–not by magic or by secret martial arts, but by faith, loyalty, and love.  It would be hard not to like them.

Then there are the settings. Reid does take her time setting the scene, but the end result is a fantasy world that really does seem real. So you’ve got real people living in real places. I feel as if I’ve actually been there.

Now, Ancient Voices is a sequel, and reading Journey to Aviad first would be pretty much indispensable. Ancient Voices tells of a year in the little town of Minhaven, between the sea and the wilderness, the place where Morganne and Elowyn have sought refuge.

If I have any criticism of this book, it’s that the story would benefit by a bit more action. That’s just my personal opinion. But as I see it, Ancient Voices is very much a way station in a much longer narrative. I did enjoy settling down there for a while–this is a very companionable book, just the kind you want for reading in bed.

I will certainly read the next book in the series.

These books are independently published, which means the author herself had to do all the work of editing. Speaking for myself, I am so glad I don’t have to do all the editing of my own books. It would never work. Professional editing by someone other than the author would do much for these books–and I’m talking about routine editing, gentle editing, not major rewrites.

I would love to see these books professionally published and the author paid for her efforts. But I would certainly rather have them published independently than published not at all.

They’re both available on, and it’s my pleasure to recommend them.

It’s not easy to make up people who don’t exist and have your readers responding to them as if they were real. It’s not easy to invent a fantasy setting that has an authentic feel to it–as if it were a real place, not just something cobbled together out of well-worn bits of older fantasies.

Allison Reid has done those things, and done them well. And she will do them better as she gains experience.

Hymn, ‘O Sacred Head Now Wounded’

A reader suggested this last night, so I saved it for this morning: O Sacred Head Now Wounded, by Johann Sebastian Bach.

This was another one we sang in seventh-grade chorus. Let me see if I can remember the words.

O sacred head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down

Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns thine only crown

O sacred head, what glory! What bliss till now was thine

Yet tho’ despised and gory, I’d joy to call thee mine…

‘Eternal Father, Strong to Save’

Let’s close out this day with Eternal Father, Strong to Save–not only the hymn of the United States Navy, but of all those, everywhere, who go down to the sea in ships.

I’ve never been to see, but my father was a Navy man. He never spoke of what it was really like to be on a fragile little ammunition supply ship on the vast ocean, with Japanese submarines on the loose. But I loved to look at the pictures he brought home.

The sea is hard, the sea is cruel. No man can tame it. But the sea does have a master: the Lord of Hosts, who created it and established its boundaries, who raises storms and quiets them: who says to the great waters, “Peace, be still.”

Praise Him, praise Him, all that draw breath.

‘The Most Unapologetically Black’ Team Ever (?)

I don’t pay much attention to sports anymore. It’s all so silly.

But it doesn’t get much sillier than this: the Huffington Post–or rather, one Erick Fernandez, a New York liberal who writes for HuffPo–celebrating the  Carolina Panthers as “the most unapologetically black” team in football history ( ).

What does that mean? Search me. I read the stupid article. It seemed to be about busting stereotypes by behaving in ways that Mr. Fernandez calls “black,” as opposed to “white.” The players he talks to seem rather more well-grounded than Mr. Fernandez himself. He goes on and on and on about how he thinks black quarterbacks ought to act. He also gets excited about the Latino coach who knows how to get the most out of his black players.

I need some fresh air.

Is it just me, or are liberals pathologically hung up on this race thing? Can they see past someone’s skin color, or is that really all they ever see?

That’s really all they ever see.

It’s no wonder that such loopy people make such loopy public policies. May God protect us from them.

By Request, ‘I’ll Rise Again’

Erlene, welcome back to this blog audience. This is the hymn which you say brings down your blood pressure–I’ll Rise Again, by Dallas Holm. We should all have a couple of hymns that do that for us. We need them.

We stand in the watch-tower, sounding the alarm bell. God will not blame us if no one listens. But He will blame us if we remain silent.


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