A Newswithviews column from back in the day–before they stopped publishing all but the simplest crossword puzzles: it seems our incredibly costly education system has produced millions of people totally unable to do an adult crossword puzzle.
See how the enemy gets into just about everything, to corrupt it…
Following a suggestion by our esteemed colleague, “thewhiterabbit,” [you wouldn’t believe the typo I just corrected: “thewhiterabbi”] I’m going to keep posting Christmas music until the 12 days of Christmas are fulfilled. So keep those Christmas hymn requests coming!
While Shepherd Watched came out in 1703, while good Queen Anne was on the throne of England. Lyrics by Nahum Tate, melody by Handel. And if you’d like to know what it sounded like back then, I can’t do better than assign that job to Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band.
Watch the cockatiel’s reaction when the stupid human stops petting him. And note the cat sitting at the far end of the couch, pretending to take no notice of these goings-on. There are wheels turning here, inside both the feathery head and the furry one.
Don’t let the door hit you in the kiester on your way out, Matt…
NBC fired Matt Lauer today, for perpetrating unwelcome hanky-panky on the job, and then issued a directive to all staff: from now on, report all incidents of sexual harassment… or be fired (http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/2017/12/26/nbc-tightens-sexual-harassment-policies-post-matt-lauer-scandal.html).
Yes, “report any inappropriate relationships in the workplace,” or it’s adios to you. Also issued were “detailed rules on how to socialize.”
We are not told what constitutes an “inappropriate relationship.”
A personal note: Forty-one years ago today, Patty and I had our first date. We both worked at the Bayshore Independent: I was managing editor, she was the bookkeeper. Probably our relationship would be frowned upon by NBC today. We had dinner at The Islanders, a wonderful Polynesian restaurant that deserved to last forever, but didn’t, took in a movie–Voyage of the Damned, with Max Von Sydow, and finished with a visit to Sam’s Bar & Grill, another really nice place long gone. Neither of us ever dated anyone else after that. My mother advised me, “Don’t you dare let this one get away!” Well, I wasn’t fixing to.
I wonder if any of this would now be deemed “inappropriate.” It’s very hard to know what words mean when liberals use them.
And please remember that these are the very same people who for several decades have been pushing, for all they’re worth, the Sexual Revolution, if it feels good do it, the only unnatural sex act is the one that can’t be performed, it’s all about personal liberation, blah-blah. And now they don’t like the results?
I don’t like to think where they’re taking us.
I had to buy new shoes today, my old ones–only a year old–were suddenly falling apart at the seams.
I don’t know about your part of the country, but around here there are no more shoe stores–no Thom McCann, no Marmax–so I had to go to Wal-Mart. There, you’re on your own. Nowhere to sit down and try them on, I had to sit on the floor. And nobody to measure your feet with those nice sliding scales, so you can get a proper fit. All I could do was to keep plucking shoes off the display and trying them on until I found a pair that sort of fit.
Where are the Thom McCanns of yesteryear? What was so wrong about the neighborhood shoe store, that it had to perish? Another small amenity bites the dust.
Maybe I can find a better pair online somewhere–only then, of course, you can’t try them on and walk up and down the aisle before you decide to buy them.
Sigh.
Let’s see… which disgusting news story should I cover this morning? Little fake willies for “trans kids”? Nah. That’s too disgusting. The latest “proof” of Climbit Change, and hand over all yo’ money and sign over all yo’ freedom or else you’re all gonna die? Nah.
Meanwhile, at St. Peter’s Square in Rome, a crazed topless feminist from the Ukrainian nut squad “Femen” tried to snatch the baby out of the Vatican’s Nativity scene, but was stopped by guards (https://ca.news.yahoo.com/topless-femen-activist-tries-snatch-jesus-statue-vatican-142152293.html). The loon repeatedly shouted the slogan “God is woman!”, which she also had scrawled on her back. Femen, she declared, seeks “complete victory over patriarchy.”
Honk if you like feminism.
Of course, all these weird news items are interrelated, all part of the same thing: trying to base a whole culture on pure Godlessness, and then watching it melt down into chaos. This pleases Satan.
They’d crucify Jesus again, if they could.
But when he comes again, it won’t be for a second crucifixion.
He will come as a purifying wind, and there will be none of this stuff left. Forever.
Sometimes being a scholar means you can just say any old thing you want, and still get it published.
Go ahead–try and track down Merlin somewhere in the wilderness of history, with Professor Norma Lorre Goodrich as your guide. Hoo, boy!
One glimpse at the news this morning, and I’m just not ready to stop posting Christmas music. Lord, if we ever needed you, we need you now.
So, here is Do You Hear What I Hear, by the Harry Simeone Chorale.
And again, we’re still taking requests.
WARNING: If you are cuteness- or fuzzy-intolerant, this video may be dangerous to your peace of mind or hazardous to your health. You may suffer an uncontrollable urge to grab something cute and fuzzy and talk a lot of sappy baby-talk to it.
If symptoms persist, see your local shelter and bring home something cute and fuzzy. And love it to your heart’s content… ’cause it’ll love you back.
We say yes to all requests for Christmas hymns here, so this encore is for Linda: Mary, Did You Know?
If nobody objects, I’d like to keep on posting Christmas hymns for the rest of the week. We’ll never use them all up.