‘Are We Encouraging Insanity?’ REPRINT

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From April 19, 2019

 

R.J. Rushdoony was asking this question in the 1980s and 90s, before we had anything like “transgender” to contend with–to say nothing of “world is gonna end!” climate change, or a “Green New Deal.”

https://chalcedon.edu/resources/videos/are-we-encouraging-insanity-our-threatened-freedom

This essay can be found in a collection, Our Threatened Freedom, published in 2015 and featuring some nooze gems that will tax your power to believe it. Like the four or five full-time agents assigned to bust a little boy who was selling fishing worms without a license. I helped edit the book, and wrote the cover blurb, so I take an interest in it.

Meanwhile, I think the answer to Rushdoony’s question is, “You bet we are–and you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”

Cat Finally Remembers

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Self-Education via Pop Music: Foolishness 101 REPRINT

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From June 13, 2017

One of the ways we continually educate ourselves is by consuming pop culture. And just so you don’t think this present time has a lock on truly ridiculous ideas expressed in music, dig this award-winning turkey from 1962, sung by Jack Jones: Lollipops and Roses.

Do you believe these lyrics? “Make it her birthday each day of the week…” On Dec. 31 she’ll be 365 years old. But even more preposterous, “One day she’ll smile, next day she’ll cry,/ Minute to minute, you’ll never know why…” Sounds like she’s more than ready for the rubber room. Can you imagine living with somebody like that?

So much of our music, our movies and TV, our books, teach us an awful lot of pazoo about how we ought to relate to one another. Do you really think nobody actually picks up on this teaching? No one’s influenced by it? Well, bunkie, there’s a whole advertising industry that’s betting that you’re wrong. And a whole public education industry, too, for that matter.

The only reason nobody gets a degree in Being a Dope is that nobody needs one.

Snoopy’s Story

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A little over two years ago, my daughter was considering getting another dog to be a companion to Boo, her pittie.  She saw a notice on Instagram about a dog named Albert who needed a foster home ASAP.  He had been in a shelter for over a year, and because he was so quiet and mellow they assumed he was  a senior.  Actually he was a couple of years younger than they thought.  Georgia brought him home and he had some socializing with Boo that went really well.  The bottom line was–they never fostered him, they adopted him.

He is possibly one of the most laid back dogs around.  His personality is just wonderful.

However, he really likes being outside.  I would too, if I spent a year in a shelter.

The happy ending is that Snoopy (changed from Albert) is a jolly, happy, fun loving guy who loves being outdoors.

I really love happy endings.

REPRINT My Newswithviews Column, Feb. 23 (‘Non-Presidents’ Day’)

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Mount Blushmore, for Democrat non-presidents

It occurs to me now that we could actually create a monument to these three villains who never got to be president. We could call it Mount Blushmore. They could add Pocahontas Warren to make a fourth.

Non-Presidents’ Day

Gore, Kerry, and Hillary Clinton–how lucky can you get, to have had none of those in office? We staggered through eight years of Obama. Now all we have to do is somehow survive Biden.

A revival has started. God is giving us a chance for national repentance and reform. Let’s not waste it.

At Home with the Quokkas REPRINT

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From July 21, 2019

G’day! Byron the Quokka here–just for a chat.

A lot of people think we quokkas live in burrows, but we don’t: grass and shrubbery, that’s what we like. We live in nice houses made of grass. We used to keep the King of the Quokkas’ furniture upstairs, but then the heaviest item fell through the ceiling and smashed our toaster oven. Quokkas who live in grass houses shouldn’t store thrones.

Some of you have wondered what we do at night. Well, we’re homebodies, we love our family time together… so we watch Machiste movies. They’re mostly in Italian, but it’s Italian with an Australian accent, so we can understand it. Happily, there are dozens of Machiste movies, even if a lot of them got remarketed as Hercules movies. My favorite is Machiste Meets the Vacuum Cleaner Man–very scary!

We’re also very fond of board games, like Clue, Stratego, Carcassone, Settlers of Catan, and Who Knoo the Kangaroo?, which I am told is very popular in New Jersey.

When we go to bed we like to read a bit before turning the light out. We all read the Bell Mountain books. They’re my favorites. My mum is a huge fan of those detective stories by Violet Crepuscular about this detective who always gives up before he comes anywhere near solving the crime. I don’t understand what she sees in them, myself.

It’s a quiet life, but we like it!

How Firm a Foundation

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We Had a Little Snow

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This morning I woke up to some snow.  Not a lot, however.  There’s still so much snow on the ground that it just sort of blended in and gave it a nice clean look.

The most important thing I did today was to get my car in the shop for inspection.  When I made a sneak run to the store yesterday I was really worried about being pulled over.  By now the the ticket for a bum inspection sticker is probably over a hundred bucks.  It used to be $25.00.

That’s a load off my mind.

One of the hardest living adjustments I have had to make is  learning to cook for one.  There are certain things I just don’t make anymore.  For the longest time I would end up making too much of something and tossing things out, and that’s not good.  Lee had always had a hearty appetite and was a joy to cook for.  Even though he was quite picky about what he liked–no cheese, no tomatoes, for example –he ate a lot of what he did like.

I miss him so much.

Well, I am going to make my supper now.

Have a good night, all.

God bless everybody.

Patty

This is Snoopy, my daughter’s other dog.  I will tell you about him tomorrow.

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Star’s Kitten Picture

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I made an error yesterday.

When I showed the picture of Star, my daughter’s cat it was not a kitten picture.   The picture below is her kitten picture.  It was taken by the photographer for the Charleston Animal Society and was on their announcement of the $5000.00 reward that they had sent out for information leading to the arrest of the S O B that had thrown Star and her siblings out of a moving car.

It is a lovely photograph.  That is the grown-up Star is beside her kitten pic.

Lord, please let there be a really special place in Hell for the kind of monster who would do such a thing.

Glad that is straightened out.

Catch you later.

Patty