Getting Bogged Down in Memories

Today I started sorting out Lee’s hand written manuscripts.  He always wrote his books longhand on yellow pads and there were quite a few of them still around.

Many of them are of books that are already in print, so they can go.

However, there were other items that I have to look into more carefully.

It was truly bittersweet to see the dates on those pads.  Lots of memories, placing  events and things in time, what was going on with us then, etc.  It was not an easy task for me.

Speaking of heart-wrenching..when I was going through the animal videos  today, deciding which to post, I came upon the one where a puppy offered the one single thing he had to his rescuers.  A piece of bread.  I know that was a precious thing to that little soul–the only thing he had.  I was brought to tears.  Sometimes it is very hard for me to understand what God sees in us.  That puppy should never have been in that condition in that place.

On a lighter note, the phone is just perfect.  It is amazing what you can get used to–that phone was so bad–it took getting it repaired for me to realize how bad it was.

It is supposed to get close to 7o by Thursday (with sunshine) and I am truly looking forward to it.  Maybe I can get outside and trim my poor hellebore.  Its looking pretty bad.

Pray for our troops.

God bless everybody.

Patty

A Gem from Mars REPRINT

From  August 7, 2013

Edgar Rice Burroughs‘ very first novel, A Princess of Mars, is 101 years old. Next year will be the 100th anniversary of his most famous book, Tarzan of the Apes. I’ve just finished re-reading Princess–and after all these years, it’s still a gem.

One aspect of it deserves special mention: to this day, A Princess of Mars remains one of the most potent refutations of communalism ever written.The Green Martians have been communalists for untold ages. Having done away with marriage, the family, and private property, they have become cruel, joyless, hateful, and dull. At some point in their ancient history, they must have been ruled by “progressives” who seduced them with a scheme for achieving radical egalitarianism. They achieved it, all right.

When Burroughs started writing this in 1911, what did he know of communalism? Why did he make it a major theme of his first book? Or was this just another one of those extraordinary insights which God grants to artists? Certainly there are anointed Experts among us today who wave their credentials in our faces and preach the abolition of marriage, the family, and even “gender.” Some of us don’t realize that they’re crazy.

Because of what they’ve done to their own culture, Burroughs’ Green Martians are more bestial than the beasts.

Take a good, hard look at what’s being done to our culture, and tell me he was wrong.

A Voice from the Past REPRINT

From November 24, 2012

Certain people have been taking me to task for being too hard on this debased age in which we live.

The following comes from St. Gildas (b. A.D. 500), On the Ruin of Britain, as adapted by Geoffrey of Monmouth in his History of the Kings of Britain. A best-seller in 1136, Geoffrey’s History has never gone out of print. But first St. Gildas, writing of the times in which he lived:

“…The nobler members of the whole community followed the leaders… and only the baser sort remained behind and took over the lands of those who had gone. When these last had started to raise themselves to noble rank, they gave themselves airs beyond anything that their predecessors’ position had ever warranted. They were made proud by the very vastness of their wealth.

Three Rescue Dog Transformations

 

Offering the people his piece of bread (the only thing he had) broke my heart.

They Found Her in a Box

A Celebration of Ignorance REPRINT

From July 5, 2012

Our local radio station went to “the man in the street” yesterday, the Fourth of July, Independence Day, to ask passers-by what they knew about their country’s history.

Not much.

Among the pearls of wisdom let fall by respondents were these. The first words of the Declaration of Independence are, “Oh, say, can you see?” We won our independence in the year 1800–or 1846, or 1492, or 1900, depending on whom you ask. We fought for our freedom against “Europe.” The Declaration of Independence was written by “I don’t know.”

Immediately following this segment was a paid announcement by the state teachers’ union, bragging about the fantastic education the kiddies are getting in the public schools and exhorting the public not to tolerate any budget cuts in education–budgets the lion’s share of which goes to salary and pensions.

Hmmm… Think we’re getting our money’s worth?

Ordering a Cup of Coffee Makes the World Unjust Joe Collidge REPRINT

Bugs Bunny… racist!

Did you know that ordering a cup of coffee is the moral equivalent of “recent killings of black men by white police officers”? What, you didn’t know that? Well, you would know it if you went to Oregon State University and attended their Implicit Bias Workshop ( http://www.campusreform.org/?ID=7159 ).

Asked why ordering a coffee is an act of microaggression and implicit bias, the gibbering twaddler running the workshop was unable to come up with an answer. I guess it just is! Shut up, you racists!

I am unable to understand, let alone explain, why over 17 million Americans are currently enrolled in colleges and universities, learning tripe like this. So I have asked my friend Joe Collidge to explain it.

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Well Lee is stil a dop but at leest now he knose us interllecturals is smarter than him so of corse i wil do him a faver and explane it to him.

Yiu see micro-Gresion and Impolicit Biass thay make Our Soceity more unjust! Yiu shuld al git downe on yoor nees and thank us interllucturals for figguring that out!

So “let’s” say yuo want som creeme in yur coughie, that is makin it less Black!! and yiu wuld not doo that unles yiu was a Biggit and a Hater and yiu dont like Black Peple! but if yuo dont want no creeme then yuo stil a Racist becose it meens yiu dont want no Black Peple to be with Wite Peple! and iff yuo dont order no coughie at all it meens yiu tryin to hyde from yore own Racism! and aslo you denyin thar is any Racism in the frist plaice.

This here things thay hard for ordrinary dum peple to undderstand unles thay been to collidge and got Smart like me! Al this drinkin coughie and not drinkin coughie it al makes Our Soceity more unjust! Now dont yiu see??

P.S.–Thay stil shootin me up with moth Hormones in the exspearmint so my antenner that busted off, it growed back and i has got to ware a hatt al the time but At leest i stil in my Gender Studies clases and in anether few yeres i wil have my Degre!

Were You There When They Crucified My Lord?

A Static-Free Telephone!!

The telephone man was supposed to come between 8 and 12 noon today.

Around  one o’clock I called and was told that yes, the ticket had been generated and he would be here.  I nipped out to the store around 2:15 as I didn’t want to get stuck in the school traffic.  I live around the corner from one school and across the street from another, and it gets pretty bad around then with cars and parents, etc.

They got here around 3.  ( I notice that now, with any sort of tradesmen coming, they always come in pairs.)  I guess that is to stop some nut from accusing them of bad behavior.  It seems pretty universal now (the traveling in pairs, not the accusations).  Or maybe both.

They were done in less than 15 minutes.  They installed a new filter to separate the internet from the phone and tightened the wires in the back of the phone.

I couldn’t believe my ears.  No static, no background crackling–nada.  I realized then just how bad that phone had become.

It was well-worth waiting for.

Pray for our troops.

God bless everybody.

Patty

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