Rats Are Nicer than You Think

Our pet rats were affectionate, playful, cuddly, and just about as smart as animals can be without going to law school.

If you have more than one rat, they will compete for your affection: they pretty much have to have it. You can teach them to do all sorts of tricks, not counting the ones they teach themselves.

I’ve seen people who shuddered at rats wind up, 15 minutes later, petting them and doing cozy-talk. They can have that effect on you.

NJ Gov Breaks His Own Rules

Gov. Murphy and his family were harassed by protestors while eating at a restaurant.

What happened to “keep your mask on between bites”? Oh, of course–that doesn’t apply to Democrat politicians.

Here we go again!

Shortly after announcing that he was issuing an executive order (we quote) “RETIGHTENING restrictions” on family gatherings, New Jersey Gov. Phil Murphy was filmed dining out, maskless, indoors, with his family (https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2020/11/23/maskless-nj-gov-murphy-confronted-dining-restricting-gatherings-such-dk/). Other diners called him out on it. Their language was somewhat colorful.

Well, we knew that, didn’t we–“Face masks for thee, but not for me! Social distancing for thee, but not for me! Indoor family dining-out for me, but not for thee!”

Yeahbut, yeahbut! Once you show that you can steal an election and get away with it, you can do any damned thing you please.

Our “leaders,” our masters, behave like they don’t believe a single word of what they’re selling us. They want us to think COVID-19 is the deadliest disease the world has ever known–unless you’re taking part in a riot, or just happen to be a “leader” yourself. Then the virus can’t touch you.

They’re not afraid of the virus. And if they’re not, why should we?

The Howell Township police chief, by the way, took the opportunity to say that he would not enforce any of the “draconian” restrictions handed down by the governor. He’s not the only police chief who’s said that.

Our country is being attacked from within by the Democrat Party.

Hypocrites all.

NBA’s Oppressed Millionaires Confer with Pope on [barf!] ‘Social Justice’

Social justice messages each NBA player is wearing on his jersey

I nominate this for the most sickening news story of the year so far!

Five players from the America-hating National Basketball Assn. traveled to the Vatican for a face-to-face chat the Red Pope, Francis I… about the–ahem!–“work” they’re doing for Social Justice (https://itsgame7.com/5-nba-players-meet-with-pope-francis-to-talk-social-justice/). Quick! Someone hand me a barf bag!

What was the average personal income of the six oppressed millionaires around that table? And don’t insult our intelligence by saying that the Pope doesn’t get paid. You should be so underpaid.

Supposedly the Pope’s secretary “reached out” to the NBA when he heard about the players’ devotion to Social Justice. You know: justice stuff like letting violent criminals go free to prey upon the undefended public, defunding the police, free college tuition, purge trials, daily riots.

Pope Francis is a communist. He thinks there should be no more private property. The NBA players think there should be no more of your private property.

Oh, the world groans! Isn’t it bad enough to be oppressed, without being oppressed by idiots and hypocrites! We know the world is full of sinners–but why do so many of them have to be such boring sinners, saying the same old garbage over and over again?

The quicker the NBA goes out of business, the better.

Are You Enjoying the…uh… Pandemic?

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I had a horrible thought yesterday, as I watched people pass up and down the sidewalk with their face masks on.

Does anybody out there like all this pandemic schiff?

Globalists are crowing about some ” Great Reset” they can subject us to–and I do mean “subject,” as in “Bye-bye citizens, hello subjects.” We didn’t want to be King George III’s subjects. Are we willing to be George Soros’? Bill and Melinda Gates’?

Look at all those vultures out there, waiting for our liberty to die. Obama. Kerry. Gore. All those faceless schemers over there in Europe.

And we wear face masks to walk our dogs?

They want to lock down our Thanksgiving, blot out our Christmas. They’ve got it all lined up for next year, too. When have they ever not moved the goalposts as soon as we got close? Over and over and over again! And we let them do it, and they have no fear of us; and when we catch Gavin Newsom enjoying a big-bucks birthday bash without face masks, without social distancing, even as he lays down the law to stifle our holidays… well, we just let him giggle it off, didn’t we?

Are we enjoying this? Does putting the mask over your nose and mouth inject a note of drama into life? Does it make us feel like we’re actually being virtuous and good?

Are we out of our freakin’ minds?

Meanwhile, they just stole a presidential election so they can impose on us a gaggle of Far Left Crazies headed by a dotard who needs a very brave food-taster–and this bunch is already bragging about what they’re gonna do to us next year.

These people with their Great Reset and their lockdowns are not our friends. They are predators, whose prey is… us!

We pray the Lord will cut them down.

Mr. Nature Bonus Video: Snake Plays Possum, Too

Yesterday we posted a video of an opossum fooling two dogs by playing dead–“playing possum.” The act can fool humans, too.

But voila! Here’s a harmless little snake that does the same thing. If he feels threatened, the hognosed snake will put on a fierce threat display; and if it doesn’t work–well, then it’s time to play dead. Upside down, tongue hanging motionless: he’ll even release a chemical that makes him smell dead.

Hognosed snakes in zoos and homes stop playing dead because they don’t feel threatened anymore. As the top item on their menu is live toads, I don’t recommend them as pets. But it’s cool that God gave two such widely unrelated animals the same almost-unique from of self-defense.

 

‘Beware “the Narrative”‘ (2016)

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Now “teachers” and “journalists” lie about lying. Enter a whole new dimension of mendacity: “the narrative.”

Beware ‘the Narrative’

Do we ever reach a point where the Democrat Party has trained us never to say anything that’s true? The noozies and the college profs are just about there already. What will life be like when we can’t believe a single word that anybody says?

Reassure me that they’re not working precisely toward that end.

‘Faith Unlocks the Door’

And here’s one from the cart, Your Favorite Hymns–Faith Unlocks the Door, sung by the Old Friends Quartet. That last single note is really something.

Oscar-Winning Possum

“And now, the winner of an Academy Award for best portrayal of a dead opossum, would you please welcome… a live possum!” [Near-hysterical applause]

I mean, did these dogs get hosed or what?

But they mustn’t feel too bad about it. One morning I found a dead possum at the bottom of my garbage can. Oh, spiffy. Looked like he’d been dead for several days. Heck, he was stiff! For lack of anything better to do, I tipped the garbage can over and let it lie there while I went in search of a shovel. I got back just in time to see the possum marching out of the garbage can. He saw me, too, looked up at me and showed his teeth. You’re welcome, I’m sure.

Memory Lane: ‘Astro Boy’

I was shocked to discover that this goofy cartoon, which aired on American TV in 1963-64, is one of the most popular cartoons ever created. There was an Astro Boy book, of 112 chapters, that sold over 100 million copies worldwide. And although it dropped off American TV after 1964, it continued in Japan and is still being expanded to this day.

Astro Boy was a super-robot with human emotions whose job was, according to the theme song, “fighting monsters high in the sky.” I knew a kid in Sunday school who used to sing that theme song at the slightest provocation.

Yeesh, I was in high school when I watched this! Was I really that hard up for entertainment? It had a catchy theme song, though, you’ve got to give ’em that. And you also have to credit Astro Boy with making Japanese manga cartoons popular all over the world.

But I still can’t explain why I watched it.

Enter the Reddle Man! (‘Oy, Rodney’)

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Well, she did warn us that Olaf Skraeling is an unsuccessful forger. His forged letter to Lady Margo Cargo, intended to break up her impending marriage (it’s been impending for a long time!) to Lord Jeremy Coldsore has been exposed as a fraud–by a seven-year-old child, no less!

But you can’t keep a bad man down: such is the message of Chapter CCCXCI of Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney.

With his letter to Lady Margo exposed as yet another clumsy forgery, Mr. Skraeling has gone undercover, disguised as a reddle man.

“I know, dear readers,” writes Violet, “that the only way most of you will know what a reddle man is is if you had to read The Return of the Native in high school and for some reason remember it. I thought it was going to be a Tarzan book, myself. But it does feature a character who is by trade a reddle man!” She goes on and on without remembering to tell us what a reddle man is. My best guess is that it’s a man who reddles.

In this diabolically clever disguise, alleged Welshman Olaf Skraeling sets about wooing Lady Margo and stealing her affections. His first step is to offer to reddle her upholstered wooden leg. “No one in London, Milady, would be caught dead with a wooden leg that isn’t reddled!” he declares. “I can do it for you in a single day–as a tribute to your beauty.” Lady Margo, I regret to say, is a sucker for that kind of talk.

“What can I do?” wails Lord Jeremy. “How can I compete with anything so exotic as a reddle man?”

“Chin up, Germy!” says his boon companion, the American adventurer Willis Twombley. Lady Margo still thinks he and Lord Jeremy are the same person. “Why, even a blind man could see that that there reddle man isn’t the real McCoy, but only that varmint Skraeling in disguise. You better let me shoot him. We can dump the body under the vicar’s backyard wading pool.”

“And have Scotland Yard detectives back here quicker than boiled asparagus?” cries Jeremy. “No thanks! No, old chap, we need a plan more subtle than that. We have to expose the reddle man as a fake. Now then, how do we do that?”

“In the next chapter,” Violet promises her readers, “I’ll explain exactly how to go about exposing a fraudulent reddle man. I am sure some of you will find it useful!”