And guess what? It’s never your work! Or that book you’re trying to read, or the crossword puzzle, or your game. The cat knows that the thing that does you the most good in all the world is to pet the cat.
Don’t feel too bad for the guy in this video. The story has a happy ending.
The bloodthirsty loon who killed eight people in New York City yesterday, by running them over with a pickup truck, was able to do so because of an insane government program called… The Diversity Visa Lottery! (http://www.foxnews.com/us/2017/11/01/nyc-terror-attack-suspect-sayfullo-saipov-entered-us-through-diversity-visa-program.html)
Ain’t that great? Because “diversity” is an end in itself–especially the kind of “diversity” that only exists because idiots in high places go far out of their way to create it–we had this lottery for people from countries with few immigrants to the USA. This waste of space was from the Islamic paradise of Uzbekistan. He won the lottery! And America lost.
Liberals in government are extremely dangerous to the people they pretend to govern. Eight innocent people are dead because of this dozy lottery scheme. And we have one Muslim terrorist recovering nicely in the hospital, after getting winged by a police bullet, and bragging about what he’s done for good ol’ Islam.
Liberalism has turned the great cities of the Western world into an ISIS shooting gallery.
And if you voted for any of those “citizen of the world” morons running the show, you can take a portion of the blame.
I went to the doctor this morning for a routine checkup of my blood pressure; and waddya know, it’s way up! I think being forced to sit in the waiting room for an hour and a half had a lot to do with that result. It came back down a few minutes later.
Anyway, there I am, the morning just dribbling away from me, and on the doctor’s-office TV channel they’re telling you how calamitous it is for your health to do a lot of sitting! Well we’re only watching this because we’re in a doctor’s waiting room, aren’t we! I mean, do you see a trampoline anywhere handy? A set of fencing foils? A couple of unicycles? What else do they expect you to do in a freakin’ waiting room?
And then tomorrow there’s the veterinarian’s waiting room! And beyond that the dentist, the eye doctor, and whoever else wants a piece of me.
Honest, I really am trying to finish the book I’m working on…
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It was 500 years ago today that Martin Luther changed the world by starting the still-ongoing reformation of the Church. He also wrote A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, requested this morning by “thewhiterabbit” to honor Reformation Day.
Turn up the volume! I don’t know who’s singing, but they’re awfully good.
Now that I’ve got a cover for The Silver Trumpet, I have to write the blurb for it, which I did this afternoon.
Somehow I always find it a difficult task–sum up the whole novel in 150 words, and do it in such a way as to make someone want to open it up and read it. This always leaves me wondering if I should’ve kept it to 150 words in the first place.
Which brings me back some 30 years to my days as a horror novelist for a major New York City publishing house. They wouldn’t have dreamed of letting the book’s author write the cover blurb.
See that one up there? The cover copy on the back was written by someone who hadn’t read the book, or at best only skimmed a part of it. What you read on the back cover only slightly resembles the content of the book. I would have liked to complain, but that would’ve only made them laugh.
So Storehouse Press has me writing the cover copy for my own books, and the cover artist actually reads the book before he creates the cover, and everybody’s happy.
Next time you feel a book as given you a bum steer, please try to remember it’s probably not the author’s fault.
From our You Figure ‘Em Out! Dept.–We know cats sleep very soundly when they have a mind to, but this parakeet has determined that it shall not be so. Watch him bedevil the poor cat. Marvel at the cat’s patience. And ask yourself, “What does this crazy bird want? Like, dude, don’t you know the cat could eat you?” And for some strange unfathomable reason, the cat’s response is never what it could be. Go figure.
This mini-story occurred to me this morning. It is pure fiction intended to give you a harmless little shudder.
Halloween at Bill Nye Public School. At lunchtime the children are allowed to change into costumes. They can even do it at home, if they can get back in time.
Shortly before the bell rings to end the lunch period, a figure in a horrible scary witch costume appears on the playground: ratty old black dress, coarse red hair flying every which way, unwholesome yellow-green complexion, with a long hooked nose and evilly twisted mouth decorated with two or three brown stumps of teeth. The eyes hardly bear description. So frightful was this costume that some of the younger children break into tears and run away. The older kids just stare.
Then the bell rings, and fifth-graders file into Mrs. Cafone’s classroom. The horrible witch goes in with them. Everyone wonders who it could possibly be. But so far the witch has spoken not a word.
When the children are all seated, Mrs. Cafone can’t help but marvel at the really quite awful witch costume. “Come on, now,” she says, “who is it?” The witch answers not a word. “I know you don’t want your voice to give you away, but you are sitting in Harold Winkie’s seat, so you must be Harold Winkie. Take off the mask so we can see you. Really, that costume is the limit!”
There is a pause. The children are now increasingly mad at Harold–ordinarily the bottom kid on the totem pole, the butt of every joke–for giving them a scare, and they begin to chant in unison, “Take it off! Take it off!” Pounding their desks for emphasis.
The witch stands suddenly. Silence falls.
He or she reaches up and slowly removes the mask.
And what is underneath is so much worse.
Democrats and other leftids are persons of infinite resource when it comes to stooping low. Here’s one of their ads, 100% pure race-baiting, for the Virginia gubernatorial election. If you don’t have a barf bag handy, go and get one.
Note the evil white guy with the pickup truck and the Confederate flag–did they borrow him from old Easy Rider out-takes?–chasing and terrorizing the poor innocent Cherished Minority children… Crikey, it’s always “the children.” You oppose one of our policies, you must want to hurt “the children.” Try and guess how many times you’ve heard that from these people. The Big Bad Evil White Guy even scares the poor little Moslem girl–who wears the hijab/headscarf/whatever to bed. To bed? Well, Democrats want to make sure all the minorities know who butters their bread.
Note there are apparently no white Democrat voters. Well, the ad is allegedly paid for by the Latino Victory Fund. I wonder how badly we need Latino victories in our country. I don’t think white people are part of the Democrat equation anymore. Once they set up Virginia as an unlawful Sanctuary State, there’ll be plenty of violent criminals from MS13 to keep it that way.
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