Month: October 2013

Shock! Justice Scalia Believes in the Devil!

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On Free Republic this morning we read that a CNN reporter was flummoxed recently when Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia revealed, just in passing, that he believes in the existence of Satan.

You could’ve knocked her over with a feather. Imagine that–a grown man believing in the Devil! Why, no one in the CNN newsroom does! Shouldn’t he be impeached or something? I’ll bet he believes in God, too! Does Justice Ginsburg know about this? Oh, the scandal!

I would like to ask what left-wing noozie Beltway cocktail party-goers believe in. What do they hold sacred? What would they defend as fiercely as a mother bear defends her cubs?

Let’s see… (Examines check list) Abortion. Homosexuality. Evolution. Atheism. Gun control. Islam, for some strange reason. Alternative families, whatever they’re supposed to be. The public schools. Attack any one of them, and see what happens. If you were to defend the Christian religion with the same maniacal zeal with which a prog will defend any one of these, you would be termed a religious fanatic: a real nut case.

Believing in Satan is nowhere near as silly as believing that high taxes will stop Global Warming, Big Government can and should enforce “income equality,” life on earth just sort of created itself by chance, the human race should be ruled by an elite class of Experts, or any of the other childish absurdities unquestioningly embraced by Leftist chowderheads.

But the funniest part of it all is that although they say they don’t believe in Satan, they live and breathe to serve him.

 

The Biggest Schmuck in Canada

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I want to say a few things that my friends in Canada can’t say without incurring the risk of being persecuted by the nearest “human rights” tribunal.

For one thing, libel law in Canada makes free speech dangerous–unless you belong to one of the “protected classes” who enjoy superior rights. If you don’t, you may be held criminally liable for saying anything–and I do mean anything–which a member of a coddled “minority” objects to, for any reason under the sun. Canadian courts have held that truth is no defense. If you tell the truth, and a gay activist or a Muslim doesn’t like it, welcome to the wonderful world of perpetual prosecution.

Then there’s Richard Warman, perpetual plaintiff. More than half of the free speech-killing actions taken by the “human rights” bodies have been instigated by him. The decisions of these kangaroo courts–where normal rules of evidence do not apply, and the defendant is always guilty (not a figure of speech: the accused really is always found guilty)–have put a lot of money into Warman’s pocket.

Last week a court found the owners of the Free Dominion website guilty of libel against Warman: for calling him names that every public figure in America simply has to live with every day. So if you live in Canada, you dare not speak of Richard Warman unless you’re praising him.

So let me, as an American, say some things that can’t be said in Canada anymore.

*Richard Warman is a bubo on the body politic, and has done much to make a great nation contemptible.

*Richard Warman is a fascist bully.

*He is a liar and a fraud. In 2009, the Canadian Human Rights Tribunal criticized him for posting “hate speech” comments on a website and then filing complaints against the site owner for having those comments on the site. They didn’t punish him for it, of course. Without him, they have no reason for existing–at the Canadian people’s expense.

*Richard Warman is living proof that the Western nations erred when they abolished dueling.

*Richard Warman is the biggest schmuck in Canada.

I don’t expect any comments from readers in Canada. It wouldn’t be safe for them to comment–and that is no exaggeration.

British TV’s War on Christians

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I’ve been watching a lot of British TV on youtube lately. In fact, it’s the only TV I get.

More and more, I’ve been seeing an awful lot of anti-Christian bigotry in British cop shows. The actors, speaking the lines written for them by the screenwriters, routinely mock Christians and their faith. The “Christian” characters are uniformly depicted as liars, hypocrites, perverts, criminals, and idiots. I read of (but didn’t see) a show in which a Christian minister was a murderer, a child abuser, and even drowned his son’s poor dog. I’ll bet he didn’t recycle, either.

It has given me a taste of what Jewish people have had to put up with; and I don’t like it.

But for the analogy to be exact, we have to imagine a country where Jews are the great majority of the population–say, Israel–and where all the TV productions wallow every day in antisemitism. No such country exists.

Most people in Britain still call themselves Christians. So why do the BBC and ITV treat them as a despised minority? Queen Elizabeth’s job description includes the title, “Defender of the Faith.” Has anyone seen her defending it? And there sits the Church of England like an empty can of floor wax–not a peep out of Canterbury.

If it’s hateful and racist and wrong to vilify minorities, why is it just hunky-dory to spit on the majority?

And we might also ask when the majority in Britain is going to start acting like a majority.

 

The Mystery of the Ringing Rocks

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Here I am again as Mr. Nature, to tell you about a rare and mysterious aspect of God’s creation. It’s possible you’ve never heard of it before.

What would you think, if you tapped a good-sized rock with a hammer and instead of going “clunk” or “clack,” it rang out with a nice, musical “ting”–just like a bell? Is that cool, or what? I’ve done it. Wow!

They’re called “ringing rocks,” and can only be found at seven sites in all the world: one each in England, Scotland, Australia, and Mexico, one in Montana, and two in eastern Pennsylvania.

At Ringing Rocks Park in Pennsylvania, you find several acres of land covered with boulders. When I went there, years ago, you were allowed to climb and walk around on them. I don’t know if you still can. But the big thing is the way a rock will sound a musical note when you hit it–not all of them, but many. If you had the patience and the time for a trial-and-error search, you could play “Happy Birthday” on a series of boulders.

What makes the rocks ring? After a hundred years of study, nobody knows. Something inside the rock, some kind of energy, makes it ring when struck. If you break the rock, neither piece will ring anymore. It’s like something spilled out when you broke it. The rocks in one of the fields won’t ring individually if you remove them from the field; but this is not true of the rocks in the other field a few miles away.

What makes them ring? We dunno. Why is this so rare? No way to answer that. You never quite get to the bottom of anything that God has done.

I think He did it that way on purpose.

P.S.: The link I gave you only provides an aerial map of the Ringing Rocks Park area, and no further information. Grrr! Look up “ringing rocks” on Wikipedia.

A Nightmare, and the Workings of the Human Mind

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Had me a nightmare the other night, and it was a dilly. I dreamed I was lying in bed asleep–that’s the kind of dream that easily passes for reality–when I heard a woman’s voice distinctly say, “Oh, stop it!”

She sounded like she was right outside my bedroom door. And who was she talking to?

Instantly wide awake, and I do mean with my eyes as big as saucers, I discovered my wife sound asleep beside me, where she’s supposed to be. I listened, but couldn’t hear anything . The next thing I noticed was that the cats weren’t freaking out–as they most certainly would, believe me, if anyone were here. The cats being calm proved it was a dream.

Don’t you hate those dreams that start with you in bed, in your bedroom? Somehow that never seems to usher in a dream about anything pleasant…

I read this morning in her autobiography that Agatha Christie once wrote a novel in three days. Of course, she said, it was a short novel, only (!) 50,000 words. My books are longer. If i wrote at that rate of speed, I would need four or five days to finish a book.

How in tarnation does anybody do that? I’m sure I wouldn’t even want to do it: working so intensely, suddenly being done with it has got to be a tremendous spiritual letdown. Besides, once I’m really into a new book that I’m writing, the work becomes a pleasure.

Note: these two cases above, seemingly unrelated, I’m sure have something to teach about the workings of the human mind. But what?

Search me!

 

Book Review: Unthinkable treachery, Unfathomable Grace

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Lee Duigon, The Last Banquet (2012) and The Fugitive Prince (2013), Storehouse Press, Vallecito, California, books four and five of the Bell Mountain series.

When I was a child, my father read to us aloud L. Frank Baum’s Sky Island, the fanciful tale of a boy and girl who, with a colorful old sailor, visit an island in the sky populated by warring tribes of blue and pink people.

It held us spellbound. While Sky Island, like any good children’s literature, has a moral center, Lee Duigon’s more textured Bell Mountain tales have a distinctly Christian sensibility, much like C. S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia.  They are also addictively good yarns.

The remarkably well written, Christian-grounded fantasy series begins with the namesake book, Bell Mountain. In  a post-modern, medieval world, two brave children –Jack and Ellayne – escape an assassin, climb Bell Mountain, ring King Ozias’s ancient bell, and usher in a new age where strange creatures lurk and tiny children prophesy.

Meanwhile, in the land of Obann, a Temple-run theocracy holds sway over an easily fooled populace. Against the power of the false religion, the children find allies in wandering prophets, a repentant assassin, newly converted heathens and a little, manlike creature named Wytt who wields a sharpened stick and saves them time and again.  Wytt is one of the best things about the books. He is consistently fascinating and steals any passage that he’s in.

The action is fast and furious, and it isn’t bloodless, although never graphic. People die. Crimes are avenged. Good and evil grapple. As unthinkable treachery unfolds and battles are fought to the death, lifelong foes become friends and new alliances are forged.  The Last Banquet, apart from being packed with adventure, shows the need for forgiveness and the transformative power of God’s unfathomable grace. 

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Global Warming Hysteria… Again

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Because I don’t have TV, I missed a hysteria festival last week (Sept. 27) when all the big network noozies went into orbit over the latest doomsday-babble from the UN “climate change” dorks, the IPCC.

The IPCC advertises itself as a scientific body, although it’s headed by an Indian railway exec who’s no more a scientist than he is a prima ballerina. The IPCC publishes World Wildlife Fund press releases as “peer-reviewed scientific papers,” lol. It has a track record of never being right about anything.

All right, noozies live for sensationalism: always have, always will. But the CBS Evening “News” went so far as to find some bozo who warned that, if a certain impossible thing were to happen–if the oceans released all their stored heat into the atmosphere all at once–Earth’s temperature would shoot up 200 degrees. Ooh, that’s scary! Just like if all the Marines on Guam all at once jumped up and down, they’d make the island capsize: according to a certain Congressman from Georgia.

And what’s the message? Same as always: Big Science and Big Government declaring, “Pay us real high taxes and don’t have any fun, and allow us to control your lives, or you’re all gonna die from Global warming.”

Yeah, the government will save us–Reid, Pelosi, Boehner, Barack Hussein Obama, mm, mm, mm! And if you rub cat pee into your scalp, you’ll grow hair.

On second thought, anointing yourself with cat pee would be a shrewder move than trusting this bunch of clowns to do anything that wasn’t dead wrong.

Has Britain Really Turned Against Christianity?

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Patty and I have been watching Midsomer Murders, a long-running British cop show that’s one of the most popular TV shows in the world. I was enjoying it tremendously–until last night.

An episode from 2004, “The Straw Woman,” featured one of the most offensive, anti-Christian screenplays that I’ve ever seen. In it, all Christians without exceptions are perverts, hypocrites, criminals, ignoramuses, or fools–or some unhappy combination thereof–in contrast to the saintly pornographer and the kindly, caring atheists. The top of my head almost flew off when the mean-spirited, adulterous churchwarden, asked if she objected to a pair of unrepentant sodomites running her church, replied that “I am a Christian” and that “homophobia” is a sin which God will punish.

What Bible did they get that out of?

Britain, birthplace of St. Patrick, cradle of saints, home of King Arthur–is this what has become of you?

Granted, it’s only a screenplay, which means the writers put into it whatever they please, no matter how fantastic. But I’ve encountered rampant Christian-bashing in other British TV dramas, too–and I have to wonder to what degree this reflects the British people’s real-life attitude. I’m here in America, so I don’t know.

But I do know that the media in my country are not far behind yours when it comes to spewing hate at Christians.

I would very much appreciate hearing about this from readers in the UK. Clue me in, my friends: is the nation that gave us C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien truly come to this?

On a More Positive Note…

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There’s a company out there now that offers to jazz up your life by helping you to commit adultery. I won’t give their name because I don’t want to give them free advertising; but they do run ads in several major media outlets. Let’s just call them “Sleaze Inc.”

They offer to introduce married men who want to cheat to married women who want to cheat, on the premise that neither of the two will want to spill the beans. “She won’t talk if you won’t,” is the general idea. I don’t know how much they charge you for it, but I hope it’s a lot.

Ah, fanapoli–why am I telling you this? You already know our culture’s down the chute. Repent. Pray. Ask God to put our heads on straight.

On a more cheerful note, my Bell Mountain #7, The Glass Bridge, seems to be coming down the home stretch. I hope it proves as much a joy for you to read as it’s been a joy for me to write.

Meanwhile, Storehouse Press just may be able to get #6, The Palace, published in time for Christmas. We’re still waiting for another slam-bang cover from artist Kirk DouPonce, but almost all the editing is done. And the first five books are now all available in Kindle as well as paperback.

Buy one for your Congressman. It may keep him out of mischief for a while.