‘Rock of Ages’

We’ve all heard this hymn a thousand times: Rock of Ages, published in 1775.  But it pays to pretend you’ve never heard it before–and listen. The lyrics preach a central tenet of Christianity.

Performed by the Antrim Mennonite Choir. Background sets by the Lord Our God, Maker of heaven and earth.

Babies Loving Cats

If my mother could only see the tiny baby trying to put the cat’s paw into his mouth, she’d plotz.

But look how happy these little ones are! Cuddling cats, playing with cats–it really makes them happy.

I think maybe God’s trying to tell us something that would be good for us to know.

A Joke Comes to Life

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You know a civilization’s in trouble when corny old jokes start coming to life.

As the joke has it, a man is selling rabbit poops as “smart pills,” guaranteed to make you smarter. A customer buys some, but an hour later comes storming back, furious. “You cheated me!” he cries. “These ain’t smart pills! They’re nothin’ but rabbit poops!” To which the vendor replies, “See? You’re getting smarter already!”

In Vancouver recently, at an outdoor culture and art festival, an enterprising con man sold “hot dog water” at $38 a bottle Canadian ($28 U.S. money)–yes, water in which hot dogs had been boiled–claiming that it would help the user not only lose weight… but also sharpen his or her intelligence! Just like in the joke.

By the end of the day he’d sold all but two bottles (https://m.sfgate.com/food/article/Hot-Dog-Water-Vancouver-festival-stand-bottle-sign-13018126.php).

I know people who would’ve bought one. Do you?

(Thanks to my chess buddy, “WannaBe,” for this baroque news tip.)

‘The Exaltation of a People’

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R.J. Rushdoony wrote this little essay for “The California Farmer” in 1978, and it’s still true today–as anyone can see, if he looks.


His text is Proverbs 14:34, “Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.”

It’s getting late in the day for America to wake up to this truth. Pray that we do–soon.

The Age of Nothingism

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The world leaders and opinion-shapers of our age (“That’s our job!” said Mika Brzenski, however you spell her name) have sometimes been accused of being nihilists. That’s not accurate. The logical end of nihilism is obliteration. That’s not exactly what these people want.

“Nihil” means “nothing”: hence “nihilism.” But nothingism means “nothing good.” Because that’s what they want–nothing good, only bad.

That’s why they so determinedly pursue public policies that make no sense at all, that can’t possibly produce anything but disaster–howlers like socialism, transgenderism, open borders, global government, militant atheism (the most barren of a barren lot), etc. Policies that give us nothing but people going mad with fear or rage, soaring crime rates, and city streets heaped high with trash and feces.

Now the people who promote these chaotic policies see the same images we see, but the difference between us must be that they like what they see and want to see more of it! They are not dismayed by seeing hordes of homeless migrants pouring into their countries and wrecking them–doesn’t bother them at all. They are not dismayed by people breaking into zoos and eating the animals, because socialism has killed their economy and there’s no food in the stores–doesn’t bother them a bit. They’re “progressives,” and that’s what they call progress.

They can see their policies bring nothing but hardship, confusion, and suffering. We are forced to conclude that they enjoy seeing hardship, confusion, and suffering. They tell us it’s going to lead us to Utopia, to paradise on earth. What they don’t tell us is the kicker: “Paradise on earth for us, not you.”

O Lord our God! Imbue us with the spirit of Caleb, of Joshua, and give us strength and courage to prevail against your enemies. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

“Make America Mexico Again” (2016)

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Democrats are betting the house that they can convince America’s voters that illegal immigration is a good thing and the more of it, the better, and that a country’s best borders are no borders at all. This message is supposed to sweep them back into power. God help us.

In light of present political rhetoric, and a week of sheer frenzy by the Left and their little playmates in the nooze media, this brief post from 2016 seems more relevant now than it did then.


“I think it would be super-great to destroy my country because ___________.” Fill in the blank and earn a chance to be the Democrats’ next candidate for president.

Wonderful Ant-Eaters–Plus Incredibly Moronic Narration

I love animal videos, and these assorted ant-eating mammals are just irresistibly cool. But I can’t decide whether to advise you to mute the narrator or to leave it on and marvel at an appallingly bad script that had me sitting open-mouthed with astonishment. This may be the worst script ever written. I mean, it’s got it all–Evolution as a person, flat jokes, and bathroom humor. The only thing missing is someone to stand behind you and pull your hair.

Maybe it’d be best to play it safe and mute it, just in case whatever this guy has is contagious.

I offer it as a kind of “Ripley’s Believe It Or Not” item.

Hello? Anybody There?

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Maybe all this talk about the social media giants censoring and gagging conservatives is finally getting to me. But it’s unusual–even unprecedented, I think–for there to be zero Likes and zero Comments here as late as 11 o’clock in the morning, and it makes me wonder if some libs out there have found a way to cut me off from my readers. After all, I’m listed, personally, as a Big Hater and a Big Biggit by the Southern Poverty Lie Center–did you know they have a third of a billion dollars stashed in Caribbean banks? So where does the “poverty” come in?–and, although I’m hardly worth their while as a target, they’d probably like to shut me down.

If no one comments all day, I’ll know that a new crime has been invented–kidnapping without the victim knowing he’s been kidnapped.

‘The Lord Is My Shepherd’

I’m out of hymn requests, so let’s fall back on an old favorite: the 23rd Psalm set to music, The Lord Is My Shepherd, performed by the choir at Wells Cathedral, England.

I wonder if Psalm 23 is the most frequently memorized passage in the Bible. It was read more than any other Psalm, back when Bible readings started our school day. We were Christian kids and Jewish kids, so the readings were all from the Old Testament. And it was better than it is now.

Furry and Feathery Fun

I don’t know that elephants and orcas ought to count as pets–and wait’ll you see who the guy has to rescue from a sewer shaft. And the bulldog with his pet chickens. And not to forget the important lesson taught in this video: Do not mess with a badger. A badger’s sense of humor is rather limited.

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