Last Call for Christmas Hymn Requests

Not that I’m going to say “No!” if you come along tomorrow with a request for a Christmas hymn; but I won’t be asking for anymore requests until this year’s Christmas season. Meanwhile, I pray that the Lord Our God will grant this past Christmas extraordinary power, all throughout the year, to draw men’s hearts to Jesus Christ, our rightful king and only Savior, Amen.

So enjoy this curtain call for Gesu Bambino, by the unforgettable Luciano Pavarotti. I don’t know about you, but this hymn movies me to tears every time.

Cats Loving Snow

It’s snowing here to beat the band today, and I’d run outside and join these cats in their revels if it weren’t so blamed cold. I must be getting old. Ah, me: as Tom Sawyer once wrote, in regard to another matter, “Here a captive heart busted.”

Anyway, here are some cats having a cracking good time in the snow. Share vicariously.

When the King is an Idiot…

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What do you do when your head of state has no more sense than God gave an umbrella stand?

I’ve been reading, in Thomas Costain’s The Three Edwards, the frustratingly shameful history of Edward II, the biggest blithering idiot ever to rule Britain, which he did, sort of, from 1307 to 1327, when his barons finally took away his throne and then killed him in a singularly unpleasant way. For twenty years this guy did nothing but make the same bonehead mistakes over and over again, some of which were exceedingly harmful to his country.

In this we see an acute problem in politics that recurs throughout history. Even today there are more than a few countries that haven’t found a solution to this problem. At least in America a president can only serve for eight years, and then he’s gone. We survived Jimmy Carter. We even survived Obama.

Edward’s favorite idiocy was to select some other fool as a favorite, load him with honors and riches, allow him to get away with blatant capers that would have been beneath the dignity of a court jester, disrupt the government, waste money, and eventually push the nobles and the general public to such a point of sheer exasperation that their only remedy was to grab the guy and kill him. And after twenty years of this, they finally did the same to the king.

Yes, it would have been worse had Edward been not only a prize chowderhead, but also a malicious tyrant a la Pol Pot, Hugo Chavez, and never mind listing all the rest of them, it would take all day. And we see from history that, once you’ve got a real putz in the driver’s seat, it’s not so easy to get rid of him.

We should be thankful, very thankful, that our own country was founded by men who knew history and tried their utmost not to repeat its worst mistakes, and who blessed us with laws that have, so far, ensured a peaceful and orderly transition from one presidential administration to the next–a blessing which Democrats seem eager to revoke.

It took England some 700 years to learn this lesson. Pray we in America never have to re-learn it.

‘Days of Elijah’ (and the Crowd Goes Wild!)

Erlene thought it might be good to post this again: Days of Elijah, Paul Wilbur, full orchestra, and who knows how big an audience singing and dancing in the aisles. Normally I post the video with U.S. Marines singing it.

Wow! If this worship song doesn’t pump you up, I don’t know what will. It’s going to be in my head all night, but I don’t mind a bit. Turn up the volume!

The Snow Apocalypse of 2018!!!

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To hear the TV and radio noozies tell it, today’s snowstorm is just too awful, too fraught with doom and disaster, to bear thinking of–which doesn’t stop them obsessing about it.

So, yeah, just now, here in Noo Joisey, it’s terribly cold and snowing very hard–as it has done many times before, and will do many times again. It means a bit of hardship, but it won’t last.

I look out my bathroom window, where there’s a maple tree whose branches almost touch the screen. Despite the nasty cold snap we’ve been in, the tips of those branches already bear hard, tight little buds–this year’s leaves. In due time, according to the pattern ordained by our Creator, the buds will fatten, open up, and be green leaves.

We have God’s promise: While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease. (Genesis 8:22)

But I don’t suppose too many noozies know that anymore.

‘How Dare You Not Like This Movie?’ (2012)

One of those stories that makes you really, really wonder about people…

https://leeduigon.com/2012/07/18/how-dare-you-not-like-this-movie/

My Newswithviews Column, Jan. 4 (‘A Simple Solution to Loneliness’)

Why is it so hard for so many people to understand that “Artificial Intelligence” is not intelligence, but only an imitation of intelligence? I mean, did they think David Frye was really Richard Nixon? But at least David Frye was alive, and doing imitations on purpose. A machine has no conscious purpose.

https://newswithviews.com/a-simple-solution-to-loneliness/

Bring on the chatbots…

‘Bring a Torch, Jeannette Isabella’

This is an old French hymn, and I haven’t heard it since I was a kid and we sang it in school: Bring a Torch, Jeannette Isabella, performed by the Robert Shaw Chorale. I was thinking of this carol a few days ago, wondering if I’d be able to find it, wondering if I’d remembered it right; and there it was today, on the youtube home page.

Yes! We sang Christmas songs at Christmas-time in school, because it was a better, cleaner, saner time, and Christmas was allowed.

Bonus Hymn, ‘To God Be the Glory’

I had a desire for this hymn, this evening: To God Be the Glory. I don’t know who’s performing it here, but it sounds like an old-fashioned church congregation singing to the accompaniment of a piano… played by a lady in a hat.

Cats Amuse Themselves

Oh, they’ll play with us–but they’ll also play with rugs, screen doors, paper bags, or whatever else is handy. Mr. Nature says play is more important to animals than most people would ever think–and he said that before he saw this video.