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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.

What Other Country is Your Home State a Part Of?

Can you tell which of the items below is a real news story and which is just a satire?

A. Gov. Chris Christie called his state “the other India” and said “You’re all welcome” to come from India to New Jersey, legally or illegally, the more the merrier…

B. Gov. Jerry Brown called his state “the other Mexico” and said “You’re all welcome” to come from Mexico to California, legally or illegally, the more the merrier…

If you couldn’t decide which story was true, who can blame you? As it happens, the news story is Item B ( ).

Now nobody, not even Gov. Moonbeam, can be stupid enough to believe that California’s economy can absorb an unlimited number of low- or no-income, non-English-speaking Mexican illegals without crashing into a brick wall of impossibility. Therefor, in order to say what he said, he either has to be delusional or up to no good. Flip a coin.

Is Minnesota soon to be “the other Somalia”? And pity the state that gets to be “the other Palestine.”

Is your state’s governor insane?

Not that there’s anything you can do about it! Ask any Californian.

Where Has This Year Gone?

Last night I was flabbergasted when my wife mentioned that this coming Monday will be Labor Day.

Say it ain’t so! Great Scott, where did this year go? Wasn’t it Memorial Day just a few weeks ago? Who misplaced our summer?

Well, okay, there’s a simple way of looking at this. When you’re ten years old, one year is 10% of your whole life. When you’re 50, one year is only 2% of your life. There’s no way 2% is going to seem as long as 10 %.

Then again, a year under the Obama administration feels like ten years.

I’d still like to know what happened to our summer. And we didn’t have much of a spring, either. Is this just a New Jersey thing, or have people in other states been wondering where their summer disappeared to, too? And how about Canada? Our media tells us the Great White North is turning into pina colada country, courtesy of Global Warming, er, I mean Climate Change. Any truth to that?

I’d better get outside and have some fun before it starts to snow again.


Another Really Stupid Argument for ‘Climate Change’

With much of the world enjoying its coolest summer since they started keeping records in the 1880s, some doofus has announced his plans to live on a floating iceberg until it melts, thus proving that “Climate Change,” formerly known as “Global Warming,” is a real big threat requiring massive government action, blah-blah ( ).

He’s going to go up to the Arctic in Spring of 2015 and set up camp on a suitable iceberg. And when it melts out from under him, that’ll prove there’s Global Warming, er, Climate Change!

If icebergs are going to melt, don’t they always melt in spring and summer?

Says the jidrool, “We’ll also play the symbolic card: the adventure of a man floating adrift on an iceberg will come to represent the condition of the whole of humankind going adrift on an endangered planet.” Oh, please. How much more of this can we stand?

Let’s say, just for the halibut, that there really is massive, global Climate Change. What makes you think government action can put a stop to it? Like, if we pay higher taxes and create new bureaucracies and hire more government employees who retire at 50 with fantastic pensions, and let them interfere in our lives to their hearts’ content… if we do all that, does that mean there won’t be droughts and earthquakes and floods, etc.?

Important Note: I’ve been receiving vague, anonymous threats from some homofascist bunch in Baton Rouge, whose messages I have not seen fit to publish. First they said I’d be sorry for writing about opposition to the so-called “Fairness Law” that wound up getting voted down by the Baton Rouge city council. They threatened me again the other day, something about “we’re going to throw you to the trolls,” because they didn’t like my take on separation of church and state.

It will be interesting to see how many opinions these wicked persons would like to silence.

I suppose, when you have really crummy arguments that just can’t prevail in any reasonable discussion, the only thing left is to resort to threats. Or you can go sit on an iceberg till it melts.


My Fantasy Tool Kit (3)

If you’ve populated your fantastic tale with characters that the reader can believe in, and find interesting, and care about, you’ve already won half the battle. But you still have to decide on a setting for your story.

You could, of course, set your fantasy in the real world, or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Many writers have done this most effectively. Frank Belknap Long had fairies living in a New York City brownstone. And if you’re thinking of vacationing in H.P. Lovecraft’s picturesque seashore town of Kingsport, Massachusetts, don’t even think about climbing the Rock and trying to peek into the windows of The Strange High House in the Mist; and if you know what’s good for you, steer clear of The Terrible Old Man. These real world settings, in the hands of a skilled writer, help the reader to believe in the fantasy.

Or you could set your tale in the real world of the past, another time, another place. This isn’t done so often, because a historical novel is already a kind of escape for the reader. It’s a kind of time-travel, and fantastic in its own right. Among the few good examples of this that I can think of, L. Sprague DeCamp’s The Dragon at the Ishtar Gate, stands out. If you want to try this technique, good luck.

My own fantasies are of the “imaginary world” variety, for which J.R.R. Tolkien and his tales of Middle-Earth stand tall in a very numerous crowd. Here, you invent a world to house your story.

Another time, I’ll discuss how to go about doing this. It’s complicated. But the reasons for adopting this approach are simple; and the main reason is, it’s fun! Fun for the writer, fun for the reader. Unless you do it very badly: few things are quite as bad as a badly-done imaginary world.

I think the only thing more fun than reading Edgar Rice Burroughs’ novels of John Carter of Mars would be to write them in the first place. If you can study these, and Tolkien’s works, and come to understand how they did it–well, kimosabe, you’re in business. If you can learn from the great fantasy writers, then you’re ready to write fantasy.

‘Separating Church and State': What Bunk

I guess one of the reasons our public schools fail to teach children that constellations are not real places inhabited by superhuman Space Brothers is that they’re too busy teaching other things that are equally bogus.

One of those things is that there is some law in America mandating an absolute “separation of church and state.” And that’s why you can’t say “Bless you” if someone sneezes in the classroom–although I’d like to see what would happen if a kid said “Obama bless you.”

For those who still don’t know, because they’ve been taught something that isn’t true, the words “separation of church and state” do not occur in the Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land (although you’d never guess it from the actions of our government). There is no such law. Go ahead, look it up. You won’t find those words in the Declaration of Independence, either.

All they’re really doing is trying to separate the people from Christianity and establish their own atheistic religion of statism. They’ve done quite a job of it, so far. They invoke the boogieman of “theocracy” to justify their own de facto theocracy.

There is no law in America that forces people to pray. But there are imaginary laws used by our bureaucrats and judges and “educators” to force people not to pray. They’re the ones who are in the theocracy business, not us.

Your Public Education Dollars at Work

I keep running into these people who say the human race was sort of custom-crafted by wise beings, Annunaki, who came from Orion.

Given that the USA spends more on public education in a year than the entire Gross Domestic Product of many a fair-sized country, you’d kind of expect results that are somewhat better than ridiculous.

The Annunaki crowd is all over the Internet. Believe it or not, there’s one character who thinks centaurs may have been real, after all–the result of a bio-engineering project by the Annunaki, seeking to hybridize humans and horses to create a race of super-warriors…

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How much public money was spent on this person’s so-called “education”?

No one dares give us a figure for the annual cost of public education in America. Back in Ronald Reagan’s time, they were guessing that it was well over half a trillion bucks a year, at least. That was way before there were any $100.000+-a-year schoolteachers retiring at 55 with lifetime pensions.

And still they crank out people who can’t understand that there’s no such place as “Orion”! It’s a constellation! It doesn’t really exist! The pattern of those stars isn’t even really a pattern at all–it only looks that way to us because we happen to be viewing it from Earth.Those three stars in Orion’s belt aren’t really all lined up in space. They are inconceivably far apart. They only look like they’re lined up in a row!

If there is no such place as Orion, then it is not possible that any superhuman Space Brothers could have come from there.

“Huh? You mean the Annunaki didn’t create the centaurs? Like, the centaurs were just there like the other animals?”

So you’re living at home with Mom, can’t find a job, and you’ve got a degree in Women’s Studies and $100,000 in student debt (heckuva kick-start, that, don’tcha think?)… and for all that education, you still can’t recognize sheer twaddle when you see it?

They reproduce. They vote. Eeeeyaaaah!

A Midnight Surprise

Hi! Mr. Nature here, this time with a startling encounter.

Now I know some of you who live in normal parts of the country are going to wonder why I’m making such a big deal of this. Well, this is the central Jersey suburbs. Democrats rule here, and the natural world is always in their crosshairs. We here don’t expect to see much wildlife.

So there I was, outside in my chair, enjoying a last pipe before bedtime, when I heard a rustling of the leaves in a nearby tree. It sounded like squirrels, but they’re not up so late. Could it be a possum?

Then I heard the sound of claws on bark, and down the tree-trunk, face-first (a cat would climb down tail-first), shinnied a great big raccoon. He climbed up the adjacent tree, whose branches overhang my chair. I know it’s silly to be afraid of a raccoon, but I kept thinking “rabies, maybe?”, so I got up and moved back a few steps.

The raccoon tight-roped out on a branch and looked me in the eye. He messed around in that tree for several minutes before climbing back down. He paused to treat me to another staring contest, then turned and ambled off into the night.

Yeah, OK, sure, it’s not a leopard or something. But it’s been over 30 years since I’ve seen a raccoon in this neighborhood, so I was a bit excited. (I’d just watched some X Files, but I’m sure that had no influence on my state of mind.) Again I thought of the world of Bell Mountain, where long-gone animals turn up as a sign from God.

We could use a sign, these days. But then Jesus Christ Himself is our sign, and God will not detract from His Son. For the Jews require a sign, and the Greeks seek after wisdom: but we preach Christ crucified, unto the Jews a stumblingblock, and unto the Greeks foolishness; but unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God, and the wisdom of God. I Corinthians 1:22-24

There’s nothing a raccoon can tell us that the Holy Spirit hasn’t already tried to tell us.

Teen Suspended from School for Saying ‘Bless You’

Some of you have already sent your children back to school–public school, that is. You really do need to ask yourselves, “What have I done?”

Here is the latest of thousands of isolated incidents from all over the country: a high school girl in Dyer County, Alabama, was suspended because she said “Bless you” when a classmate sneezed ( ).

Saying “Bless you” after a sneeze is hardly the Sermon on the Mount. But to the wacko from the teachers’ union who was in charge of that class, “Bless you” is forbidden. “We will not have Godly speaking in my class!” said this tormented soul.

You don’t have to live in a blue state for your kids to get a blue state education. The teachers’ unions control public education in all 50 states.

What is it with schoolteachers anymore? Last school year, one of them called police because a kid was playing hangman. Now we’ve got one flying off the handle because a kid said “Bless you.” Who can guess what the reaction would have been to “Gesundheit”?

How do they come up with such a steady supply of kooks to put in front of classrooms? Do you have to prove you’re abnormal, before they’ll give you a teaching certificate?

But the bigger question is to Christian parents who insist on sending their children to these schools: What do you think you’re doing?

Meanwhile, I wish I had a nickle for every time I heard some polyp on the Left snarling about “you Christians trying to impose your beliefs on everyone!” That’s projection. These are facts:

Atheists get to impose their beliefs on everybody else (and so do militant homosexuals).

Christians don’t. Not ever.

And it all starts in the public schools–done on purpose, by the teachers’ unions.

“The Siren Song of Treason” a Review of The Palace by Robert Knight

The Palace, by Lee Duigon, Storehouse Press, Vallecito, California, 321-page large paperback

Reviewed by Robert Knight

If you take Mark Twain’s The Prince and the Pauper, place it in a post-modern world of donkey carts, add magical characters and unexplained mysteries, and, most importantly, put God at the center, you have Lee Duigon’s latest fantasy novel.

As with the first five books of his Bell Mountain series, The Palace can stand on its own for new readers, since Mr. Duigon deftly folds in background.

Evil once again masquerades as good, with usurpers to the throne of the kingdom of Obann offering to appease a neighboring tyrant named the Thunder King, whose face no one has seen.

One of the more fascinating aspects of human nature is when traitors attempt to rationalize treason. Mr. Duigon does a wonderful job baring their souls, illustrating the temptation to which we are all vulnerable – excusing our own sin.

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Stella Awards



It’s time again for the annual ‘Stella Awards’! For those unfamiliar with these awards, they are named after 81-year-old Stella Liebeck who spilled hot coffee on herself and successfully sued the McDonald’s in New Mexico , where she purchased coffee. You remember, she took the lid off the coffee and put it between her knees while she was driving. Who would ever think one could get burned doing that, right? That’s right; these are awards for the most outlandish lawsuits and verdicts in the U.S. You know, the kinds of cases that make you scratch your head. So keep your head scratcher handy.

Here are the Stellas for year — 2013:


Kathleen Robertson of Austin, Texaswas awarded $80,000 by a jury of her peers after breaking her ankle tripping over a toddler who was running inside a furniture store. The store owners were understandably surprised by the verdict, considering the running toddler was her own son.

Start scratching!


Carl Truman, 19, of Los Angeles ,California won $74,000 plus medical expenses when his neighbor ran over his hand with a Honda Accord. Truman apparently didn’t notice there was someone at the wheel of the car when he was trying to steal his neighbor’s hubcaps.

Scratch some more…
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