More on ‘Oy, Rodney’

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I didn’t feel well yesterday, so I read a bit more of Violet Crepuscular’s dauntingly long romance novel, Oy, Rodney.

Faced with bankruptcy and ruin, young Lord Jeremy Coldsore hires a mysterious stranger whose only talent is performing imitations of persons whom most people have never heard of. He avoids giving his name, but his impression of Pete Runnels would really wow everyone if they only knew who Pete Runnels was.

Lady Margo Cargo, the richest widow in Scurveyshire, insists on going out to check her mailbox and has a nasty fall. The termites have been at her wooden leg again. Jeremy is still trying to find the right way to propose to her. “Here is how Pete Runnels would do it,” says his new adviser. But Jeremy gets tongue-tied.

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(In case you were wondering)

Willis Twombley, the American adventurer who claims he’s Sargon of Akkad, sues to get his ancient empire back. An unscrupulous solicitor takes his case.

Two pages of Chapter LXXIII are completely black, indicating two nights in which nothing happens.

The vicar, recovering from his conniptions, can now say, “Rodney! Rodney!” No one knows what he means; nor is anyone else willing to peek under the backyard wading pool to see what he saw.

Please stop criticizing my choice to display the cover of Lord of the Tube Socks. My copy of Oy, Rodney is one of those books with the cover torn off so it can be sold cheaply.

Church Decides to Dishonor George Washington

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The Church of This World, once attended by President George Washington, who helped found it, has decided to remove a plaque honoring the father of our country (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5027503/George-Washington-s-church-remove-plaque-honoring-him.html). The plaque has been there since 1870 and now, suddenly, it’s a problem.

Actually it’s called Christ Church, but I believe in truth in advertising. A church that bows and sways to worldly politics, and rejects its own past in order to curry favor with whoever happens to be top dog today, does not deserve to be called by Christ’s name. Let them be called after the prince of this world, from whom they receive their reward.

Why did they have to get rid of Washington’s plaque? Let them tell it: “The plaque in our sanctuary makes some in our presence feel unsafe and unwelcome.

Unsafe? Like, George Washington’s gonna jump out from under the pew and drag them off in chains? What bunk. What miserable, pathetic, this-worldly bunk.

As usual, the liberal churches are right in line with those who wish to erase Christianity from America.

These leftids who smear our country’s founders and hate our history, who would shred the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, who worship no god but themselves, which is just how Satan wants it–what would they put in America’s place? We see what they want to take away. What would they put in its place?

God grant that we never have to find out.

May the Lord rebuke them–but good.

Comment Contest: Last Call

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There are just 50 comments to go for 20,000, which means we ought to have a winner very soon.

Some of the gaudier prizes aren’t going to make it, I’m afraid. Having a newly-discovered land mass named for you, though, that’s still in the running, provided one can be discovered sometime in the next few days. Otherwise the winner will receive an autographed copy of one of my Bell Mountain books.

Anyone can play, and all comments are eligible except for the following: comments abusive of anyone else on this site, blasphemy, remarks featuring the f-bomb and other profanity, thinly disguised commercials, and comments inane enough to count as white noise. Other than that, anything goes.

So that’s that, until we can announce the winner.

Do They Have to Wreck ‘Treasure Island’?

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‘He Hideth My Soul’ (Antrim Mennonite Choir)

Sorry, running a little bit late today. Yesterday my sinuses made my teeth ache, but a lot of prayers, a good night’s sleep, and Sambucol have me nearly out6 of the woods today.

This is one of the most beautiful hymns I know, He Hideth My Soul, by Fanny Crosby back in 1890, sung here by the Antrim Mennonite Choir.

Cuddly Kitties

Cats are nice to people, dogs, and birds. At least the ones in this video are.

The invisible things of God may be understood by the His things that can be seen.

Scanning the News (Plus a Hymn)

I’m feeling kind of out of sorts today, and I scanned a couple of news sites to see if there was anything I ought to write about.

But there was nothing there–just more of the same old fallen world stuff. Democrat tantrums. The Swamp resists being drained. Spain on the brink of civil war. Elizabeth Warren, taking a break from her ongoing pretense of being some kind of Cherokee princess, accuses one of her law school professors of sexually assaulting her, way back when. The man died 20 years ago.

And lots of really dirty, porny stuff floating around in the culture: all-new Virtual Reality porn! We do take pride in our inventiveness.

So I thought I’d post another hymn instead, because these days, if you really want good news, you’re only going to find it in Jesus Christ Our Savior.

My Jesus, I Love Thee: written in 1846, sung by the Sharon Singers of the Sharon Mennonite Bible Institute.

Biggest Mammal Carnivore Ever?

In 1923 a member of Roy Chapman Andrews’ expedition to the Gobi Desert found a yard-long skull that scientists thought belonged to the largest land-dwelling carnivorous mammal ever–Andrewsarchus, named for RCA himself. Since then, no other Andrewsarchus fossils have been found.

I’ve seen this skull in the America Museum of Natural History. It’s a whopper. The muscle attachments are simply huge, indicating a bite of tremendous power. The teeth do look like a carnivore’s teeth, but they also look kind of dull and worn. Based on comparisons to fossils that looked similar, paleontologists reconstructed this awesome beast that had little hooves instead of claws and must have weighed upwards of a ton.

But, despite the wonderful special effects wizardry of Tim Haines, it’s all just speculation. Well, when you see that skull, you can’t help speculating.

I’ve got to work this critter into one of my books, somewhere along the line. Maybe it could eat a villain.

Alice in Pornyland

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No, I will not post a picture from the crummy music video. Here’s a nice painted turtle sunning herself instead.

You wonder about a culture that can produce Harvey Weinstein and other sexual predators. That sort of thing has never been exactly unknown in Hollywood–but I think the wider culture around Hollywood is becoming more like Hollywood, and that’s not a happy thought.

F’rinstance: Looking for something else, I stumbled over a story about Taylor Swift’s hot new music video–her “dark, futuristic music video” (http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/music/taylor-swift-naked-cyborg-bodysuit-new-video-article-1.3583187). Oh, boy. Something dark and futuristic. Just what we needed.

In this artistic effort, for which she is being lavishly praised and lavishly rewarded, the 27-year-old pop diva–do you really wonder why I try to stay away from popular culture?–wears a “nude-colored bodysuit” which really does look nude, “and at one point, strikes down an adversary with lightning out of her hands.” Again, oh boy.

She’s supposed to be a cyborg. Part human, part machine, superior to both. Can I say oh boy again?

I think there’s going to be more sexual predation, not less.

Pray hard. It may be God will intervene.

How to Keep Your Deadly Poisonous Snakes

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