Our New Year’s Eve

Patty and I like to spend New Year’s Eve quietly, at home. So we did a jigsaw puzzle, enjoyed a nice supper, had a nap, and then watched an Inspector Morse episode. At the approach of midnight, we bundled up and went outside to watch our town’s annual New Year’s Eve fireworks display, which is a trial for our cats.

Wham-boom-boom! Fifteen minutes of loud and gawdy fireworks. By “loud” I mean you could feel it in your chest. I wonder what that does if you’re wearing a pacemaker.

The show concluded, my wife went immediately to the Drudge Report and found a story, with video, of some hapless woman who suffered a little tiny cat scratch and soon discovered that some parasitic life-form was crawling around under her skin. It turned out to be a hookworm.

Next, Patty read me a story about some racist ninny complaining about Target’s ad for its new Little Orphan Annie dress. The complaint was that Target’s model was white, that is Caucasian, “and Little Orphan Annie doesn’t look like that!” Apparently Annie is now supposed to be black, after being white for more years than I’ve been alive. Racism strikes again! How dare they show an Orphan Annie who isn’t black?

“You know what?” I said. “I don’t want to hear any more of this. The year is only minutes old, and already I’ve heard about some gruesome worm eating up this woman’s flesh, and some utterly inane complaint about something a sane person wouldn’t even notice. I mean, I just can’t wait to see what I’m gonna dream about tonight!”

Well, all it proves is that our problems have all followed us into 2015.

Meanwhile, the Japanese are working their butts off to replace real people with robots–the more realistic, the better. It seems they don’t want anything much to do with real, live people anymore, and their collapsing birth rate shows it.

Proverbs 8:36, “[A]ll they that hate me love death,” sums up the current state of our culture.

Neverthless, “The LORD reigneth” (Psalm 99:1, and many places elsewhere). And, “The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to usward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance” (2 Peter:9).

It’s something to remember. All year long.

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