How Much Worse Can It Get?

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The grin of pure idiocy

I’m beginning to think the transgender push may be the worst thing that’s happened in my lifetime. The pace is alarmingly fast–almost too fast to keep track of.

Latest: a Pew Research poll finds that 77% of Democrats with four years or more of college believe “sex is not determined at birth” (http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2017/11/12/pew-77-percent-white-democratic-graduates-cannot-determine-person-sex/).

Well, what do you expect from Democrats? And what do you expect from college? But still, that’s millions of people, millions of deluded idiots spouting this abominable twaddle.

And note the language creep within the poll, the repetition of the formula, “the sex they were assigned at birth.” What do they mean, assigned? Assigned by whom? An assignment necessarily implies an assigner. Uh, that would be God, wouldn’t it? So here are all these grinning moral imbeciles saying God’s assignments are wrong, He just can’t get it right. In fact, by insisting that reality is whatever we say it is, we assert that we are God.

I don’t know where this is taking us, but I’ll bet you anything it ends very badly. Very badly indeed, and with either a loud crash or a sickening soft plop.

New Yorkers Living Longer? (2012)

I always found former New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg to be the scariest liberal in America, because he knew how to get things done. That’s what made him scary. Happily, his fellow liberals held his ability against him and never supported his aspirations for a higher office.

Here he is getting credit for something that he didn’t do.

https://leeduigon.com/2012/06/19/what-makes-new-yorkers-live-longer/

‘Sweet Hour of Prayer’

This is a beautiful rendition by Alan Jackson: brings a tear to my eye. Sweet Hour of Prayer was one of the hymns my mother used to play on the record player as she did her housework. I’d hear it at Grandma’s house, too, from time to time. These loving memories stir my soul; and just at this moment I don’t think it’d be wise to try to talk about them out loud. Thank you, Mr. Jackson.

We Love Cats in Boxes

There’s something about cats grooving on cardboard boxes that just brings a smile to my lips, unless they’re doing it in my living room and turning the cardboard into confetti. For that I don’t smile.

Really–when the cat dives into the box and slides across the floor, doesn’t it make you want to fling out your arms and yell, “Saaaaafe!”?

Memory Lane: Toy Horses

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See that beautiful palomino horse, rearing up on his hind legs? It was a popular toy in the 1950s, and I still have mine, and it’s still beautiful. They came in two different poses and several colors. In fact, I still have half a dozen of them. Each one came with a cowboy, a rather fragile saddle (that’s the green thing, and I’m afraid none of my saddles have survived), even more fragile reins and bridles, and a very tiny hat for the cowboy’s head. I still have one of the cowboys, but no hats.

My animal box that my father made for me is full of plastic horses of all different shapes and sizes. Like a lot of kids of that era, I was horse-crazy. On rainy days, indoors, or sunny days in the sandbox, I trotted out my horses and put them through adventures. What with all the westerns on TV at the time, that wasn’t hard to do. And the hours drifted by so pleasantly.

Castles made of my mother’s books, looming fortresses of sand–my horses had their work cut out for them. But those stories I made up for them always came out all right in the end. Soon I left off making up western stories and had my horses interacting with lions, elephants, and dinosaurs.

I wish I could line them up and take a picture for you. If you’re my age, you might spot some dear old friends among the crowd.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ Now Taboo on New York Subways

I thought the announcer was kidding when I heard this on the radio the other day, but no, he wasn’t.

You know those garbled, hard-to-understand announcements you hear over the subways’ PA systems? Well, a memo from the grand poobahs at the Transit Authority has forbidden announcers, conductors, and other employees from addressing passengers as “ladies and gentlemen” (https://townhall.com/columnists/toddstarnes/2017/11/11/ladies-and-gentlemen-no-longer-welcome-on-nyc-subways-n2407854).

Why? Well, need you ask? “Ladies and gentlemen” might offend Transgendered Persons, our new Cherished Minority whose comfort overwhelms any other consideration.

But that’s just me being divisive again: ask any liberal. A really cool un-divisive person just goes along with anything and everything the Left demands of him.

I wonder what a big fat raspberry sounds like over a subway PA system.

More Bad News: Church of England Takes a Dive

Well, here we go–the Church of England has ordered its 4,700 schools, serving a million pupils, to allow children “to experiment with gender identity” (http://www.itv.com/news/2017-11-13/church-schools-told-to-let-children-experiment-with-gender-identify/). Can you gimme hallelujah? So if you sent your kids to a Church of England school to protect him from the sex-obsessed Godlessness of public education–well, ha-ha-ha on you.

According to “new guidelines from the church,” children “must be allowed to identify as transgender.” Ultimately, explain the idiots in charge, this will “wipe out bullying.”

Verses from Romans spring to mind. “Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools” (1:22). And whatever happened to “And be not conformed to this world…”? (12:2) But of course the one verse today’s geniuses have a real problem with is Genesis 1:27, “[M]ale and female created He them.”

You blockheads. If it really were possible to erase a sin from the earth by writing man-made laws against it, don’t you think someone would’ve done it by now? “Bullying”! You saps are being bullied by a Godless, idol-worshipping world, and you don’t even know it. Because it originates in the human heart and comes out from there, there will always be bullying. Only Jesus Christ can save us from our sins. Allowing kids to “dress up” for school in tutus and firemen’s helmets, while requiring everybody else to pretend they don’t see it, is not going to save anybody.

But as long as you’re conforming to the world, what else matters? You work hard to get the approval of the pagans. And you’re welcome to it. But in the words of an old Caribbean spiritual, “Where you gonna run to, all on That Day?”

‘Another Thing We Can Do’ (2013)

America won’t be right until public education is replaced, Christian education becomes the norm, and the teachers’ unions are put out of business for good.

https://leeduigon.com/2013/03/30/another-thing-we-can-do/

(The book cover is from 1989, if my memory’s right.)

By Request, ‘Give Me That Old Time Religion’

My friend Cormier, up in Canada, asked for this one: Give Me That Old Time Religion. I found it in this clip from Sergeant York, with Gary Cooper and Walter Brennan.

For newcomers to this blog, we like to start each day with a hymn or worship song; so if there’s one you’d like to see posted here, just let me know.

Cats Raid the Fridge

These are incidents that were not disasters, because somebody was standing there with a camera, filming them. So no cats accidentally put themselves in cold storage. And the owner now can worry about what goes on when he’s not there.

This video also raises the question of just how acutely cats understand the human-centered world in which they have to live. Just how smart are they, anyway?