Joshua requested this one, O Come, O Come Emmanuel, performed by Enya. This hymn, originally an ancient Basque hymn, goes all the way back to the 8th century. It was the high point of my 7th-grade class’s Christmas concert. But we’re not allowed to have those anymore.
O man! i was sposed to rite this yeasterday but i fergot to “do” it “Becose” i was “so” busy getting reddy “for” stopid thanksgiving and then thay toled me i misssed it! Becose thanksgivving was Wensday not twoday!!!
Wel that it maid me “reely” Mad!! butt so waht! Thare isnt nothing to “be” Thankfull four annyhow axept for bein a Interllectural hear at Collidge insted of ordrinary dum peple!!! So i amb “thankfull” for bein Mutch Smarter then them ordrinary dum peple and stopid christins and thay shuld “be” thankfull fore Us!!! becose we “are” so Smart!!!!
So me “and” sum Others on the Stodent Soviet wee got Togithar to sing “hims” to Pressadint Obamma and “thank” him for makin the See-levvles go “Down” befor thay sunk Ohyo and runed our Campas!!
I didnt “get” no Turky thohgh becose it al got eat up befor i got some so al I hadd to eet was a Hankerchiff but it was OK wen i put “some” Mapple Seerip on it!!
Erlene has requested O Holy Night, and I’m sure she won’t be the last to do so, between now and Christmas. I opted for this performance by Luciano Pavarotti and Placido Domingo, two guys who knew a bit about singing. I’m not ashamed to tell you Pavarotti moved me to tears.
The first thing that greeted me this morning was an email from a Newswithviews reader–one of those emails carrying the cheerful message of “We’re doomed, we’re cooked, the bad guys totally win, the ones you thought were good guys, they’re the bad guys, too,” and so on.
I get a lot of messages like that, embracing–and, it would seem, trying hard to pass it on to the next poor guy–a doctrine of despair. “Game over, man! And it never was a game in the first place, we lost before it even started!” Woe is us.
And he goes on to tell me that everything and anything we try to do is futile because every single thing that happens in the world is totally planned and micro-managed for the benefit of [anti-semitic adjective deleted] “bankers” and the like–all-knowing, ubiquitous, all-powerful… and yet curiously unable to conceal their subtle machinations from Joe Blow on the Internet.
It’s true that there’s always some gavone, or group of gavones, trying to rule the world–or at least as big a chunk of it as they can grab. That’s a dynamic of history. Once upon a time it was the likes of Caesar, Genghis Khan, or Hitler. They tried to do it by force of arms: mostly someone kills them before their career is quite over. Nowadays it’s dorks in suits who want to set up a world government with themselves in charge, and think they can do it with Science instead of armies. Give us absolute power over every minute aspect of your lives, and we’ll save you from Climbit Change.
Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord and against His anointed, saying, Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision. (Psalm 2:1-4)
God is laughing at these globalist big shots! They are, in His eyes, less than a bucketful of tadpoles.
True, it’s not so funny for us, when some wannabe master of the world starts a war or a famine, and a lot of us die. But there is no conqueror who ever stood alone. A crowd has to march behind him if he’s going to get anywhere. And they all have crowds of supporters–until the crowd turns against the leader and starts pulling down his statues.
To ascribe total power, omniscience, and omni-competence to people whom God is laughing at seems to me both unwise and impious. They do not know everything, they do not control everything, their plans are as full of holes as Swiss cheese, and God always smacks them down before they can finish their work. That these individuals and their pals are rich, powerful, and evil is true. That their fate is to be cast into Hell is also true.
The only right to world government belongs to Jesus Christ: and God the Father is jealous of His right.
By sitting around moping, giving up, throwing in the towel, giving way to despair, we only help the villains do more harm than they could have done if they’d been vigorously opposed from the beginning. I mean, really–look at them! The best they can do is Hillary Clinton? George Soros? Crazy Joe Biden?
Why aren’t you laughing?
It’s true that wicked leaders in the West have, in our own lifetime, managed to debase and corrupt their countries more than any of us would have thought possible. Those things were accomplished by very small minorities working fanatically, tirelessly, single-mindedly to get what they wanted. They weren’t more intelligent than us; they just worked harder.
Learn the lesson. And let’s prove we’ve learned it by annihilating Democrats in the next elections.
There used to be a lot of toys like this–toys that got you to use your imagination: and your hands, too. Among the greatest of these was the erector set.
https://leeduigon.com/2016/12/18/memory-lane-my-erector-set/
With these toys, you start with just a bunch of parts that don’t look like anything, and with your hands and your brain, you turn them into something. What could be cooler than that?
All of the kids in my family got their start on my aunts’ erector set that they had when they were kids. I’m happy to say my brother still has ours.
And the first entry today in our first annual Christmas Carol Contest is For Unto Us a Child Is Born, from G.F. Handel’s Messiah–the words of Isaiah 9:6-7 set to music and performed by the London Symphony Orchestra–requested by our friend, “TheWhiteRabbit.”
(Yesterday’s leader was Mary, Did You Know?, with 16 views.)
When we first brought our two kittens Buster and Missy into our home, it wasn’t long before I found myself asking, “Are you sure there’s only two of them?” Because, holy moly, can kittens move!
The maker of this video had seven kittens to work with instead of two. He is reportedly on the long road to recovery.
Yo! Next time you go on a picnic, be sure to take along a hand-held rocket launcher. It just might come in handy.
Here at Chez Leester, the cinematic classic, Godzilla vs. Megalon, is a day-after-Thanksgiving tradition, going back almost 40 years. What other movie can offer such a wealth of totally inexplicable situations? Like, the two guys in the garbage truck beat up and throw off a cliff the bad guy who was going to pay them for a job–and then go ahead and do the job anyway. What other movie screenplay can confidently state that the statues on Easter Island are 3 million years old?
But I don’t want to spoil it for you, just in case you decide to watch it, too.
Pure, unadulterated, totally cool silliness–try and beat that, Serious Mainstream Art Films!
From Scotland, we have Ina calling for Mary’s Boy Child, by Boney M.
This contest is off to a rocket start! I hope I can keep control of it.
Requested by Joshua, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, performed by Don Pardoe and GLAD–a capella, the hard way.