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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.

One of My Best-Loved Chapters in the Bible: Proverbs 8

Doth not wisdom cry? and understanding put forth her voice?

So begins the book of Proverbs, Chapter 8, one of the most poetic books in all the Bible. It conveys wisdom that would be hard to frame in simple prose: and more than wisdom, God’s love.

If you’ve never read it before, here’s a video that may help you to see what I mean.

And if, as I do, you prefer the unmodernized King James Version, here’s a recitation.

The spirit of this benighted age might well proclaim, Doth not folly cry? and idiocy put forth her voice? Maybe that’s why sometimes Proverbs 8 can move me to tears: I live in an era that personifies the exact opposite of every good thing named in this chapter of the Bible.

Never mind. Take a few minutes to be attentive to the voice of God’s wisdom, words spoken for our good: truth, and not lies. Amen.

My Fantasy Tool Kit (8): Butt Out![Every now and then I remember the purpose of this blog is to get you interested in my books–so please feel free to click “Books” and look them over.]

If you ever want to write a fantasy novel–or any other kind of novel, for that matter–that’ll be sheer torture to read, be sure to make a thinly-disguised version of yourself the hero of the story.

Not that the reader is going to recognize you. But most readers can recognize pure poppycock when they see it. And few are so dense that they can’t detect irrelevant personal issues from the writer barging in between the reader and the story.

When you’re telling a story, butt out! I take it for granted that no one wants to read about me–not when they could be reading about Wytt or Helki. [You’ll have to read my books to get to know these characters.] Nor do they want to read my opinions on politics or the problems of this modern world that I’m supposed to be taking them away from.

To any writer, the same advice: Get out of the way! Don’t be like the jidrool who gets up and shambles around in front of the screen in the most exciting part of the movie.

If you want your readers to believe in your characters, you have to believe in them first. Don’t make them extensions of yourself or of the people in your lives. Think of them as real. Don’t try to control every little thing they say or think or do. Get so deeply into them that they start to say and do things you never expected.

Yes, I know–if it was easy, everyone would do it. A lot of published authors can’t do it. But you don’t even want to imagine the mountain of wasted paper produced by those would-be authors who don’t even try to keep themselves out of the story. That no one ever spent any money to publish their work goes without saying.

We are always being advised, “Write what you know.” But that’s no way to go about creating imaginative fiction.

Caveat: Let no one take this to mean I endorse the practice of lazily omitting to do research and just “intuiting”–that is, making up–false information about something for which real facts are easily available. For Pete’s sake, do not write about tribal customs of the Navaho unless you first read up on it: the ghost of Tony Hillerman will show the Navaho exactly where to find you.

Settled Science: Radioactivity is Good for You!

According to Professor Bertram Boltwood of Yale University, radioactivity introduced into a human body is “carrying electrical energy into the depths of the body and there subjecting the juices, protoplasm, and nuclei of the cells to an immediate bombardment by explosions of electrical atoms,” and that it stimulates “cell activity, arousing all secretory and excretory organs… causing the system to throw off waste products” and is, among other things, “an agent for the destruction of bacteria” ( ).

Indeed,  Prof. Boltwood’s scientific colleagues believe the consumption of radium has positive health benefits; so in 1912 (your first hint!) they invented a device called a “Revigator”–a jar made of radium-containing ore. The instructions included, “Fill jar every night. Drink freely… when thirsty and upon arising and retiring, average six or more glasses daily.” (same source)

Such was the Settled Science of the Nineteen-teens and twenties. If you want to be healthy, consume radioactive materials. The science is settled, the debate is over–radium is good for you! Anyone who says it isn’t ought to be punished for the crime of Radium Benefit Denial–trying to withhold this great boon from a beleaguered human race just waiting to be raised up to greatness by radium added to their salves, beauty creams, toothpaste, ear plugs, soap, butter, chocolate candy bars, suppositories (ugh!) and contraceptives.

This particular Settled Science kind of came unsettled in the 1930s, when people who had been using radium in the 1920s began to die from various forms of radiation poisoning. They weren’t nice deaths, either.

It’s not that Big Science always gets it wrong. It’s just that when they do get it wrong, it can kill you. Or destroy your agriculture. Or take away your liberty.

Just last week, we were advised that “science” tells us the Bible is all dead wrong about morality and we’ve got to celebrate “gay marriage.” ‘Cause Science says so.

These days it’s  hard to pick the science out of the crowd of pseudo-science all around it.

When all is said and done, science is the work of the human mind, and human hands. God’s word is eternal; man’s word is not. God’s truth is true forever; man’s truth has a limited shelf life.

The “truth” that radioactivity is good for you didn’t last too long.

Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of? (Isaiah 2:22)

If You Can’t Find a Centaur, Look for a Mermaid

Just so you know the real news still goes on, in spite of all the politics, the town of Kiryat Kam in Israel is still offering a $1 million reward to anyone who can corral the local… mermaid ( ).

Since 2009, various tourists have claimed to see the mermaid swimming in the blue waters of the Eastern Mediterranean. They say she does tricks. But so far no one has been able to claim the reward. Apparently the mermaid is hip to all the techniques of mermaid-fishing.

Hey, if you need a quick million dollars, why not buzz off to Kiryat Kam and try your luck?

Sometimes we fantasy writers are not so sure we’re writing fantasy, after all. People keep saying they see centaurs. And mermaids. They’re not members of the American political establishment, so we can’t assume they’re all just lying.

Can we?

Are You As Smart as an NFL Draft Pick?

Here is a standardized test given to NFL draft picks, also known as college graduates ( ). According to the Washington Times article, the average score is 40%. As a former public school teacher, I feel certain beyond a vestige of doubt that the great majority of seniors in the high school where I taught would have done every bit as badly as the football players.

Here are some of the questions from the test.

1. What is the next number in the following pattern? 18,36,72,144… a)432 b) 162 c) 246 d) 288

2. Assume the first two statements are true. Amy knows Sam. Sam knows Joe. Does Joe know Amy?  a)yes b)no  c)not certain

6. Choose the word that best describes the meaning of the *starred* word used in the following sentence. The newspaper published a *scathing* review of the writer’s latest book.  a) praising  b) contemptuous  c) agreeable  d) uncertain

11. A girl is 16 years old and her brother is half her age. When the girl is 38, what will be the age of her brother?  a) 16  b) 19  c) 28  d) 30

And so on–questions that test basic reading ability, basic arithmetic ability, vocabulary, and basic reasoning power or common sense.

Here are a couple of ideas for further research. Give the test to Obama voters and see if they get any of the answers right at all. Then give it to members of Congress, the federal judiciary, and university professors. Then grieve for the future of America.

Hillery for President!

Hi, I am blogging here today insted of that other guy because he is not here. I am in my fifth year of  collidge and in another two yrs i will get my batcheler’s degree in Liberation Studies, if I keep on getting extra credit for marching in Gay Pride parades and keying cars.

I am here to tell you to vote for Hillery for President! You have got to vote for her because she is a women, and it is time we had a women president. If you dont vote for her, you are a sexist and a hater, and you hate women too. My prefesser he says that everybody who doesnot vote for Hillery is against Science and also hates Gay People and childrens and The Poor.

My mother she says that Hillery is the most dishonest women in the world, and a big fat crook, and a hippocrit to boot, but my prefesser he is smarter than anybody’s mother and he says my mother is a enemy of the human race. He has promised to give us students class credit for all the time we spend volunteeering for Hillery’s campain and working for her.

Also Hillery ate a burrito the other day and that means she is fond of common people and not just interleccturals like us. She even wore a moo-moo when she did it!

My prefesser he says that any of his students who dont vote for Hillery, he is going to flunk them out of collidge. Well, it would serve them right! I think everyone should vote for Hillery and get in trouble if they dont.

Well, now I have to go to my next class and learn some more true facts. Remember, vote for Hillery or else.

Humanist Religion (1): The Humanists’ God

[Above: the United Nations, a chief temple of the humanist religion]

Using technology wisely, we can control our environment, conquer poverty, markedly reduce disease, extend our life-span, significantly modify our behavior, alter the course of human evolution and cultural development, unlock vast new powers, and provide humankind with unparalleled opportunity for achieving an abundant and meaningful life.  –The Humanist Manifesto II ( )

The quote from Humanist Manifesto II identifies the humanists’ god in one word: we.

Except, of course, some of that we is more god than others.

Oh, there’s a small price to pay. You have to give up “the prayer-hearing God, assumed to live and care for persons, to hear and understand their prayers, and to be able to do something about them” because “it is an unproved and outmoded faith.” For the time being, you have to give up the hope of eternal life, too–and the forgiveness of sins. But once they learn how to download John McCain onto a disc, so he can be a U.S. Senator for the next 900 years, they may get around to making some form of immortality available to the common herd.

But again, I draw your attention to that key word, we. We are gonna do all the things that God shoulda done, but didn’t. We, through our anointed Scientific Experts, are gonna (1) control the environment, (2) get rid of poverty, (3) get rid of disease, (4) live practically forever, (5) –oh, and this is such a good one!–“significantly modify our behavior.” Yessir, they’ve had lots of practice modifying other people’s behavior! Where do you think those miles of barbed wire and those heaps of corpses come from?

The humanist will say that there is no divinity, nothing higher than man himself–the pinnacle of evolution, the boss, the cat’s whiskers, poised ready to unlock vast new powers! But again, some are very, very much higher than others. The ones outside the  barbed wire are definitely higher than the ones inside.

The humanists’ god is not the State, but the very special individuals who operate, advise, and control the state–and are fantastically enriched by doing so.

This is the religion that has taken over the Western world and all its relevant institutions–the state, science, the nooze media, the schools and universities, courts, the entertainment media, and even a rather sizeable chunk of the churches.

It, in turn, is controlled by, and is the servant of, spiritual wickedness in high places which the humanists do not admit exists.

Gay-Worship Strikes Again!

When my wife wound up in the hospital, along with three other drivers, because of some idiot who rammed into her car while yakking on his cell phone–totally destroying the car, even bending the chassis–his penalty was $150.00.

When a New York City cab driver recently told a pair of lesbians to stop making out in the back seat of his cab, and they walked off without paying the fare, for this heinous crime of “discrimination,” a court has fined the cabbie $15,000 ( )–a whopping 100 times the penalty incurred for damn near killing four other people.

Does that mean the “feelings” or two lesbians, if they had brought in one more dollar, would have  outweighed the very lives of 400 regular people? Do the math!

The news article didn’t say, but I am sure the cabbie is a Muslim. Leastways, I never heard of anybody named Mohammad who wasn’t a Muslim.

This is phenomenal. While this is done to Christians all the time, I can’t think of another example of them doing it to a Muslim.

We have actually entered a phase in our country’s history in which the civil government, at every level, rewards evil and punishes good. Everyone is to be compelled to bow down before the idol of Gay supremacy.

Why do we accept this?

It is said that Henry VIII became so corrupt, so swollen with disease and moral  baseness, such a slave to sin, that his corpse literally exploded before they could bury him.

What kind of bang will America make?

All Out for Narnia

There’s a bus that will take you to Narnia in time to help Peter and Edmund stand against the White Witch. It’d be nice if there were another bus that could bring them here to help us against our own wicked witches: but then, as Aslan might say, “You have looked, my child, but you have not seen. Look again!”

Or perhaps the Prophet Elisha put it even better, when he and his servants were surrounded by the chariots of the king of Syria: “Fear not: for they that be with us are more than they that be with them.” But the servant couldn’t see what Elisha saw, so Elisha asked God to open the young man’s eyes: and he saw; and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire about Elisha. (2 Kings 6:14-17)

You board the bus to Narnia, needing no money for the fare, just by opening the book, or starting the tape, or even looking into your mind instead of looking out: because that’s where the bus stop is. Usually the bus is already there, waiting for you.

Now there’s not much point in going to Narnia except to see the Lion, Aslan. In our world He has another name: Jesus Christ the Son of God, Our Lord and Savior. Sometimes here in this complicated, fallen world, our vision grows dim and we don’t see Him. For some of us, a visit to Narnia and a glimpse of Aslan is all it takes to get our eyes focused back on Jesus.

They that be with us are more than they that be with them.

God said it, so it’s true. The chariots of the wicked will exist for not a moment longer than God allows them to exist. They glory in their imagined power, as the White Witch gloried in hers.

All aboard!

How to Sing to Your Cats

Don’t think it’s all hurly-burly here, all the time.

One of the things I like to do, to relax, is to sing to my cats, Robbie and Peep. You don’t have to be Pavarotti: these cats don’t care.

From the time she was a kitten, Peep favored that old Frankie Valli standby, “Walk like a Peep.” She also likes the theme from the old Patrick McGoohan TV show, “Secret Agent Peep.”

Robbie goes more for the classics: “Furry tales can come true, it can happen to you…” Or, “We were sailing along on Moonlight Bay; you can here the fishes singin’, they seem to say…”

And from Jaws, another cat favorite. You can plug in your own cat’s name and use this song free of charge.

Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish peepsters,

Farewell and adieu to you Peep-cats of Spain.

For we’ve received orders for to sail back to Peep-town,

And so nevermore shall we peep you again.

Try it with your cat sometime. Or your dog, or your iguana. And feel the love.


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