Year: 2013

I thought I’d seen it all, the other day, when I viewed a TV commercial entitled “Happy Anniversary, Baby.” In it, some black guy with a shaved head sits with a long-stemmed rose and a glass of wine, chattering romantically to someone or something offstage about “our anniversary.”

What’s he celebrating? I never would have guessed it. The 4oth anniversary of Roe v. Wade, of course–which made abortion “legal” without benefit of any legislation, and has since led to the slaughter of over 50 million American babies.

Even gaudier than the evil of this ad is its sheer, incredible stupidity. Hey, Mr. Black Actor with the shaved head! Don’t you know that African-American babies are aborted at a rate several times that of any other group? Don’t you know that last year, about 50% of the black babies conceived in New York were aborted? Don’t you know that one of the stated purposes of Planned Parenthood, when it was founded by Margaret Sanger, was to rid the world of the “Negro” race? Go and look it up, you idiot!

But today, again in conjunction with the 40th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, I read something even worse.

Did you know–I didn’t!–that a bunch of moral imbeciles masquerading as ordained clergy have gotten together to form the Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice? “Reproductive Choice,” of course, means abortion. So it’s really Liberal Pseudo-Christians for Abortion. And here is a quote from a pair of United Methodist ministerettes speaking for the Coalition in celebration of Roe v. Wade:

“We seek to be a voice crying out to prepare the way for the Lord to bring about a new era of reproductive justice for our families and communities.”

“Reproductive justice” means abortion. So they are asking Jesus Christ, who loved little children, to bless the massacre of the unborn. Blasphemy.

Just for the record, the UMC objects to the pair going beyond the denomination’s “nuanced stand” on abortion. Yes, we have found the nuance in “Thou shalt not kill.” The United Methodist Church is not on record for wanting to abort all babies. Just some of them.

Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin…

I really didn’t want to write about this, but the media keeps shoving it under my nose–and it stinks.

First consider the following, from the Bible: And upon a set day Herod, arrayed in royal apparel, sat upon his throne, and made an oration unto them. And the people gave a shout, saying, “It is the voice of a god, and not of a man!” And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost. (Acts 12:21-23)

On Jan. 18, the online edition of Newsweek trumpeted this headline–The Second Coming–over a profile picture, a mug shot, of Barack Obama. Obviously the news-distorting media see this person as a god. They’ve done it before and they’re doing it now. You can see video of Al Roker, once a man who had some smatch of honor and integrity, carrying on like a 14-year-old groupie when he sees Obama.

Herod Agrippa claimed to be a Jew; but when the pagans from Tyre and Sidon hailed him as a god, he didn’t venture to correct them. We can easily imagine him smirking, until the angel of the true God smote him.

Obama claims to be a Christian, ROFL. But he hasn’t corrected any of these media morons who liken him to Christ. He just smirks and purrs. For the record, when Paul and Barnabas visited the city of Lystra, in Asia Minor, and the people of the city hailed them as the pagan gods Jupiter and Mercury come down to earth–and indeed were about to sacrifice some oxen to them!–the two apostles strenuously corrected the error. (Acts 14:11-18) : And with these sayings scarce restrained they the people, that they had not done sacrifice unto them (v. 18).

What do you suppose this jerk in the White House would do if some pagans from the media wanted to sacrifice a couple of cows to him?

In not protesting and rejecting these extravagant depictions of himself as Christ, Obama has committed a grievous sin for which he will be sternly judged.

I think his worshipers will be in trouble, too.

Here is a short list of things I’d rather watch than the inauguration, following a highly suspect re-election, of a highly suspect “president.”

–Anything done by the Three Stooges. Or even by only two stooges.

–Honey Boo-Boo trying to learn how to imitate a human being.

–A football game between the Pittsburgh Steelers and a bunch of nudists.

–Ants.

–My computer’s screen saver.

–Anything at all, really.

So don’t ask me if I saw it, or listened to it. I didn’t.

According to the World Health Organization, in the year 2000, 54 persons were stung to death by bees (and wasps, maybe) in the United States.

Now this is an intolerable situation. You’re minding your own business, just doing a spot of community organizing, or begging, and all of a sudden a bee lands on your arm and zap! You’re history.

Not to worry. As soon as gun control–oops! I meant “gun safety”–is put on a solid footing in America, and that pesky Second Amendment laid to rest, the government has planned a thorough-going program of bee control. All bees will be registered and put in a national data base. All bees will be tested for mental health. The new controls will ensure that no American–except for maybe the odd rich person or two– will ever be stung (by a bee) again. “We can promise you that,” says King Barack I’s close personal adviser, Satan.

“It may cost several gazillion dollars,” added Clown Prince Joseph Biden, “but if it saves one middle-class person’s life, it’ll be worth it.”

Isn’t it wonderful, the way things come together?

Our Moral Imbecile-in-Chief is now a king, ruling America by executive order. And a king needs a throne.

Over in Egypt, the Muslim Brotherhood wants to get rid of Egypt’s past. They’re talking about demolishing the pyramids, leveling the Sphinx. And certainly they’re going to want to sell off all those old pagan artifacts in the Cairo Museum.

And so a deal is in the works to sell to the U.S., for a sum not exceeding one trillion dollars (unless there’s a cost overrun), the official and bona fide golden throne of King Tutankhamen himself, for use at the White House when King Barack I holds audience.

You yourself can feel like a king by purchasing a reproduction of the throne. You can see a picture of it here ( http://www.amazon.com/Ancient-Egyptian-Royal-Tutankhamen-Throne/dp/BOO4YPVOR4 ). Feel just like our royal president, sitting there and issuing executive orders. “Attention! The national language of the United States is now Esperanto! Attention! Two and two now make five!”

The genuine article is, of course, priceless. But the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt can use a trillion dollars to buy high-tech weapons, and as for America, what’s another tax increase or two?

My daddy was a hard worker at the Ford plant and a very busy man at home. But he loved his children, and he loved to take us with him wherever he went, whenever he had the chance.

When I was a little boy, I loved those trips to the hardware store (the paint-mixing machine always fascinated me); to Cheap John’s, where they had the world’s biggest pair of blue jeans on display; and, of course, to my father’s favorite fishing holes, and to the Ford workers’ softball games, and even ordinary errands that often saw us wind up with ice cream cones in our hands. I felt about 10 feet tall, the day my father’s friends let me play the outfield in one of their games.

It would have been nice to skip adolescence; but public education, over the years, taught me that the most important people in the world were my age-group peers and my “friends” (How many of them were false friends! And how long it took me to see it!), and that family was boring and stifling and not cool, not cool at all. And that was before public schools started teaching there wasn’t even any such thing as a family–or that “alternative families” are really where it’s at.

My father died some years ago. Which means my father lives: for the Lord has said so. And I hope he knows I love him.