Just to remind ourselves that humans are made in the image of God, and therefor capable to love and mercy and grace, here’s somebody who repairs the broken wings of butterflies. I don’t know about you, but to me it seems a saintly thing to do. Good for the butterfly, and good for your soul.
Maybe if we can learn how to be kind to these humble creatures, we can learn how to be kind to one another.
In November Australians will vote on whether or not to inflict “gay marriage” on their country.
As always, because it’s in their DNA and they can’t change it, leftids are resorting to every dirty trick they know to get their way. They simply must have “gay marriage” and woe to anyone who stands in their way!
And so, as they always do, they’ve been personally attacking anyone who seems likely to vote “No” on pseudo-marriage. People have been fired from their jobs. Leftids got up a petition to revoke a doctor’s medical license–and also made death threats against her–for her stand for real marriage. A former prime minister was physically assaulted by a “Yes” voter.
Other Yessies are content merely to cancel lifelong friendships (http://honey.nine.com.au/2017/09/19/09/17/im-losing-friends-over-the-same-sex-postal-vote). They do this because they genuinely cannot conceive of anyone having an opinion other than theirs. This is a trait of leftids everywhere. Well, hey, I admit I can’t relate to their wicked and absurd opinions.
What I want to know is: why? Why are they so fanatical in their devotion to this parody of marriage? Why are they willing to tear down the country to get it? And if you suggest it’s because their whole enterprise is satanic in its origin, I think you’re right.
And as soon as they do get “gay marriage,” they’ll be demanding something else–“trans” bathrooms, legalizing pedophilia, whatever the next card in the deck is. The demands will never stop. The Left will never be appeased.
It must be conquered.
Hey! Remember what happened in football just a few years ago, when Broncos quarterback Tim Tebow decided to “take a knee” on the football field? Because his gesture was meant to thank and honor God, they ran him out of the league. The way the sports nooze media reacted, you’d think he was sprinkling holy water on Dracula.
Now it’s 2017 and you’ve got whole teams “taking the knee”–if you’re more fed up with that expression than I am, you probably qualify for a prize–to “protest” for some kind of “Social Justice” that has mysteriously eluded millionaire football players. And for the most part, the team owners are piously spouting gobbledygook in support of their players.
What pure distilled crapola.
Think back just a year or two. The Left is pouring it on the NFL, lawsuits over the Redskins’ name, massive action threatened on behalf of players who had suffered concussion as a result of playing football, constant complaints about every aspect of football, etc. It looked like they were trying to get rid of football altogether, undoubtedly because it had become a key fixture of American culture and lots of people liked it. Hating America as they do, leftids naturally hate whatever America likes.
Ah! But suddenly the owners get their chance to hop on board the Democrat Express! And hop they do. “Yo, look at us, we hate America, too! We are in solidarity”–ironic, the way that word was originally used in Poland to express opposition to communism–“with our players and their fight for Social Justice!”
Go ahead, idiots. Get America to hate you back, and see what that does for your profits.
Why is it so hard to learn that you shouldn’t even try to appease the unappeaseable? These “protests” are about things that didn’t happen, things that don’t happen, things that happened long ago and don’t happen anymore, things that someone failed to prevent the protesters from becoming millionaires–and there is no giving the protesters what they want, because they don’t know what they want and if they ever got it, they still wouldn’t be satisfied but would just go on to “protest” something else.
This is the legacy of President *Batteries Not Included, the only president we ever had who did his level best to stir up racial discord.
But more than that, it is the fruit of left-wing identity politics–which nowadays means exactly the same thing as Democrat politics.
Meanwhile, you heard it here: Give the protesters whatever it is they want, and they’ll just go on to protest something else–and probably something imaginary, at that.
Source: Fallacies of Pop Christianity
Create in Me a Clean Heart is taken from Psalm 51–the Psalm David wrote when he repented the terrible sin he had committed in taking Uriah the Hittite’s wife, Bathsheba, and arranging for Uriah to be killed in battle: adultery plus murder. This is what the human heart does when it rebels against its Maker and Redeemer. And only God by Jesus Christ can cleanse it.
Performed by some of the kids at Fountainview Academy.
For feats of grace and style that make the best human efforts look downright feeble, you need look no farther than cats. Not only do you not have to pay them to appear on your ping-pong table: they enjoy it.
My family had a ping-pong table. Too bad we didn’t have a cat to go with it!
Jackie Chan as Edvard Grieg?
Here are a few films which, for one reason or another, never made it to market.
Song of Norway remake starring Jackie Chan. An attempt to tell the life story of Norwegian composer Edvard Grief as a kung-fu movie. It is rumored Mr. Chan refused the gig.
50 Shades of Puce. A movie about seasickness. You can imagine.
Skin Man! A new superhero who, for all practical purposes, is nothing more than an empty human skin–which allows him to travel folded up inside a suitcase. His sidekick, the faithful Fongo, goes up on the rooftops and drops him on top of the bad guys, and Skin Man does the rest. Too gross.
Oppressed Millionaire Athletes Who Deserve More of Your Money. Abandoned in mid-production when market research indicated that absolutely no one would ever want to see this film.
Feel My Feelers. A sensitive college student volunteers to be injected with moth hormones in a fruitless effort to transition himself into a woman. Done interview-style with gender-neutral pronouns and lots of Play-Doh. The only print of this low-budget masterpiece was accidentally thrown out with the trash.
That haunting Eeeeyaaaghhh! you heard earlier was me, wrestling with my bathroom sink. The sink has the advantage; when I open the cabinet to get at the pipes, there’s hardly room in there for me to take a breath. Any adjustment of my position is a job for a contortionist.
Anyway, the drain was clogged and I had to take it apart and unclog it. In principle, an easy job. In practice… Eeeeyaaaghhhh! Because I can’t bend over, I can’t see what I’m doing. That’s how things get done backwards and have to be done over again. And the bathroom is not air conditioned. I now look like I took a shower with my clothes on. I didn’t.
So that’s it for me today, folks. I am dehydrated. I am a spent force. So that’s it until cat video time. I was going to write about Rush Limbaugh breaking off his love affair with the NFL on account of all those stupid “protests,” but I just can’t afford to get any hotter than I am already.
Hi, Mr. Nature here–with the friendliest chameleon that I ever saw. You’d swear this lizard loves its owner! And is totally at ease with him.
Many years ago, we had a gorgeous pair of Jackson’s chameleons. The male of that species has three long horns on his head: most impressive. They were bursting with good health when we got them, ate crickets dusted with vitamin powder, zapping them at long range with their tongues… and in a few months, sickened and pined away. We then learned that was the experience most people had with pet chameleons. But much has been learned since then about keeping chameleons healthy, and now a lot of folks can manage it.
Meanwhile, dig those colors! I never saw a chameleon put on quite as gaudy a display as that. I wonder if selective breeding played a part: even years ago, chameleons bred readily in captivity.
When my Jacksons crawled up my forearm, their grip was very, very powerful and it sort of hurt. My iguana, who in other respects was quite friendly to them, hit the ceiling when the male tried to use his back as a ladder. Apparently the chameleon in this video has a gentler touch.
Chameleons never fail to fascinate me–another little bit of God’s stuff that He must have very much enjoyed creating!
A whole cornucopia of big-time medical problems, from assorted cancers to galloping dementia, arise from a chronic shortage of sleep and could lead to “catastrophic” results for the whole human race, warns the director of the Center for Sleep Science (http://www.independent.co.uk/news/sleep-deprivation-epidemic-health-effects-tired-heart-disease-stroke-dementia-cancer-a7964156.html).
Well, doc, I don’t think you’ll be surprised by anything you find in my neighborhood at night. Everybody’s got a floodlight aimed at everybody else. You could stand outside and read a newspaper at midnight on a moonless night. The people opposite my bedroom window have some kind of thousand-watt bulb burning all the time. I have to put cardboard over my windows to get my room reasonably dark.
We also have to run our bedroom air conditioner all night to mask the perpetual din of motorcycles roaring up and down the street–they only come out at night: apparently our local police are too bashful to give out tickets–people yelling at each other and playing really rotten music as loud as they can, and loud electronic beeps and whistles generated by I know not what.
Yes, a lot of gavones brag about getting by with just a few hours’ sleep a night. Never mind that sleep is a basic necessity of life, like food or water. They also seem inordinately eager to share their sleeplessness with others.
I don’t want to go to bed when the sun goes down and get up at daybreak. I like to relax by watching movies at night. But it would be mighty nice to get seven or eight hours of sleep regularly, and it’s too bad the culture that we live in seems determined not to allow it.