Desolations to Come

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To make their land desolate, and a perpetual hissing; every one that passeth thereby shall be astonished, and wag his head.   –Jeremiah 18:16

When the Babylonians took Jerusalem, they tore down the city’s walls, demolished all its major buildings, and set fire to it. The city’s inhabitants were scattered or deported.

And so certain travelers and traders would have had the experience described by Jeremiah, passing by the ruins of Jerusalem; and many of them would have done business there in better times, and would remember what the city had been like before its destruction. They would have seen it before and after.

Greater cities than Jerusalem would also be brought to desolation, the prophets warned. Babylon, once the greatest city in the world. Nineveh, the capital of the mighty Assyrian Empire. Both were so thoroughly desolated that their exact location was forgotten for centuries–until archaeologists dug them up again.

We don’t have that experience anymore. We don’t have cities that get destroyed and not built up again, but are left to the mercy of the elements.

Yet. We don’t have them yet.

Jerusalem and Nineveh were conquered by foreign enemies and quickly destroyed, but Babylon was a long time dying. It was conquered several times, until it wasn’t worth conquering anymore. There was enough of it left in the early Middle Ages for the Arabs to use it as a source of bricks for their building projects, but no one lived there anymore.

Some of our great cities in the West look like they’re on their way out. San Francisco. Detroit. Maybe London, Marseilles, Stockholm.

What will people say, when passing by the heap of ruins that used to be San Francisco? There may be those already born who will do that. Will they wonder how such a disaster could have happened; or will the next earthquake be sufficient explanation? Will anyone remember the filth on the sidewalks, the lawlessness, the sexual depravity–the crime and poverty spreading outwards, like ripples on a pond?

God is waiting for us to clean up our act.

 

‘The Death Dog fron “The Thunder King”‘ (2016)

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You need a place to hide, if you’re gonna see this.

This is the creature King Ryons and Cavall encountered on the plains in The Thunder King (No. 3 in the Bell Mountain series). No one had ever seen one before, and lived to tell about it. Ryons called it the Death Dog.

The Death Dog from ‘The Thunder King’

The video is from Tim Haines’ TV special, Walking With Prehistoric Beasts. He re-created the extinct Hyaenodon as a super-predator, and inspired this scene in my book.

For more information on all the books in the series, just go to the home page and click “Books.”

‘I Saw Three Ships’

Not much video to go with this–but just try and sit still: this hymn won’t let you do it. Another one of my favorite Christmas carols: I Saw Three Ships, performed by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band.

How old is this carol. No one knows for sure. Old enough for the lyric to say, “sailing to Bethlehem.” You’d do better to get out and walk.

How Cats Defend Us from Drones

To us they’re gimmicky toys; but what’s a cat supposed to make of flying drones? It’s obviously some nasty alien thing, probably some new kind of giant insect, that’s invaded the home and needs to be smacked down.

You could make a pretty cool “Twilight Zone” episode about pint-sized space travelers trying to escape the attentions of a giant cat.

How’s the Carol Contest Going?

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G’day! Byron the Quokka here. We don’t get any snow on Rottnest Island: that picture’s me on our family vacation to New Jersey. Only chance I ever got to use my skis.

Anyhow, I’m here to report on the progress of our Second Annual Christmas Carol Contest. And the carol that got 24 views on Dec. 1 is still in the lead. No, I’m not going to tell you what it was, or who posted it. It’s sort of a blind taste test. I love those! Did you ever see the one where they’ve got people taste-testing cat food? Fantastic!

So let’s keep those carols coming, folks. I told Lee I could make this a tremendously successful contest and I won’t want to wind up looking like a doo-dah. It would be very bad for my prestige!

By Request, ‘O Come, All Ye Faithful’

You don’t want me to post any more nooze today, do you? (“Of course they don’t!” Byron the Quokka advises me.) How about more Nat King Cole instead?

Requested by Phoebe, a favorite Christmas carol for just about everybody, O Come, All Ye Faithful… sung by Nat King Cole.

‘Good Christian Men, Rejoice’

This is another ancient carol that I really love–Good Christian Men, Rejoice, from the 14th century: sung here by the Mennonite Hour Singers.

Don’t worry, I’m not trying to win my own carol contest. I just wanted to share this hymn!

Writing Tips: Don’t Be Too ‘Writery’

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Y’know how some movies are annoying because they’re so actory? By “actory” I mean that they seem to have been made only to give actors an opportunity to show off for each other, with no consideration for any wider audience.

Some of you, naturally, will someday want to try your hand at writing fiction. If you do, please to try not to be too “writery.” Like you might be imagining some reader shaking his head in awe and admiration and muttering, “Wow, this guy’s better than Hemingway!”

What makes prose too writery? Well, tell me what’s wrong with this picture:

My [bleep] personal life was like a goose without a gee, a slapstick tragedy. The hairs on my legs stood up and laughed at me. I live face-down in that ignored Gomorrah that calls itself Fashoda, New Jersey, along with all the rest of the acrophobic midgets and the songs that voices never share…

Imagine half a dozen pages of this, and you’ll get the picture.

For almost every purpose imaginable in literature, plain English will suffice. If you’re William Shakespeare, of course you can go beyond that. Way beyond it! If you’re Ross Macdonald you can tiptoe right up to the edge without falling off. But most of us are better off just saying what you mean.

I say it’s an achievement when the reader of your book loses the awareness of reading a book. Something to shoot for, eh? Or, to paraphrase Sun Tzu, “The supreme art of writing is to write without writing.”

The Jolly Judge

Kentucky judge accused of frat-house antics, threesomes with staffers

Well, you don’t learn everything in law school, do you?

All aboard for the Culture Rot Express!

A Kentucky judge is being investigated by the state’s Judicial Conduct Commission for–ahem, allegedly–using her chambers as “a glorified frat house,” complete with sexual threesomes, loud guitar music (sometimes while cases were being tried in the courtroom, just down the hall), and other hijinks (https://nypost.com/2019/12/06/kentucky-judge-accused-of-frat-house-behavior-threesomes-with-staffers/).

She only got caught because she tried to seduce other couples into joining in the fun, and they reported her.

The jolly judge’s main partner in these shenanigans plays lead guitar in her rock band–yes, it seems the judge has a rock band–and is “a former pastor.” I wonder how former. They say he likes to set up in the judge’s chambers, plug in, and jam with himself. Imagine trying to sum up your case for the jury with some noodlehead going pwang, pwang, pwang! down the hall. For some reason I imagine him singing “The House of the Rising Sun.”

Something seems to have gone wrong here. I guess we can forget about using the expression, “As sober as a judge.” Some of the people who’ve been judged by her probably feel they got a raw deal.  Like perhaps her mind wasn’t entirely on her work.

If you missed this Culture Rot train, there’ll be another one in sixty seconds.

‘Idiocy Marches On’ (2013)

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The dodo went extinct through no fault of its own. We have “teachers” to help us do it.

Some years ago, “educators” in Britain had the brilliant idea of forbidding children to have best friends. That way, they, uh, “reasoned,” they would spare kids the heartache of eventually losing the friendship.

Idiocy Marches On

See, they’re convinced human nature is like Play-Doh and they can freely shape it any way they please.

Has this caught on in American schools yet?