Allen Sherman was one of the great comedians, way back when. His zany parodies of popular songs were very well known.
https://leeduigon.com/2015/08/29/comic-relief-from-allen-sherman/
“Hello, Mudda, Hello, Fadda” is one of his all-time classics. It was a huge hit when it came out in 1963. Everybody seemed to know the first few lines.
Allen Sherman may be largely forgotten by now–but he’s still funny! And I don’t know about you, but I could use a laugh this morning.
Change My Heart, Oh God, by Vineyard–a hymn request from Erlene to start the day. We try to start every blogging day with a hymn, and the Hymn Shop is always open… so come on in!
I’ve never understood why cats calmly, methodically knock things off shelves. Sometimes they lean over to watch the things bounce off the floor. Are they playing Galileo? You need a Leaning Tower of Pisa for that.
Our cats don’t do this. They don’t have to. Their twitchy tails knock things off our shelves. They are playing Stegosaurus.
A number of you wished to comment on my post, “Looking for Reasons to Kill You,” only to find “Comments Disabled.” I have re-enabled them just now.
This happens a lot, and it’s maddening. So many steps have been added to the posting procedure, it’s really easy to miss one. I could ask WordPress to make “Leave a Reply” my default setting, but I don’t trust them not to replace this problem with something worse that I can’t fix. Like making the posts tiny light-blue print on a grey background. Fap! (They did that once before, and it took hours to put it right.)
I appreciate your letting me know when the comments are disabled. Which makes it devilish hard to have a comment contest, or any kind of reader participation. For the time being, I think we’ll have to live with this.
The management regrets any inconvenience.
This harmless little melody from 1959, The Christmas Tree by David Rose and his orchestra, is one of many we like to play while we’re setting up our Christmas tree; and I wanted to share it with you before the tree comes down. It has the advantage of not having any lyrics that I’ve ever heard, so as not to mislead as to the meaning of the day.
A little happiness never hurt anybody. I was ten years old in 1959, and it remains one of my very favorite years.
Ah, a hymn request! This one from Joshua–How Deep the Father’s Love for Us, by GLAD.
I wish to ease up on nooze this weekend, so that leaves more space for hymn requests. So step right up and don’t be shy!
I was administering a spelling quiz one day at St. Helena’s School, fifth grade, and I asked the kids if they’d like to tackle a really hard word for extra credit. They were all for it, so I gave them a minute to get ready, then laid it on:
Piatnitzkysaurus!
And waddayaknow! None of them got it.
Piatnitzskysaurus was a 20-foot-long carnivorous dinosaur from the Jurassic Period in Argentina. Not many people have heard of it.
We adults are sometimes abashed by the ease with which small children toss around the names of dinosaurs that stymie us grownups. But when I wrote “Piatnitzkysaurus” on the blackboard, these really rather bright children just threw up their hands.
It makes me think of a time long ago when Uncle Bernie was trying to read to me from a dinosaur book and stumbling over the names, none of which he’d ever seen before–but of course I knew them already, even at the age of eight. Oh, he had a devil of a time with Ramphorhynchus! I remember it kept coming out as “Rumpadykus.” But he meant well, and for me it will remain a fond memory.
So the next time a little kid tries to show off at your expense by throwing around the names of dinosaurs, fire back with Piatnitzkysaurus. He or she will be in awe of you.
Jambo, Mr. Nature here–and it’s off to the Kalahari Desert for a brief look at the remarkable Bat-Eared Fox.
Our cats, Robbie and Peep, had ears like this when we first got them, but eventually the rest of the cat caught up to the ears. For the bat-eared fox, forget it. Their ears stay supersized.
Even cooler than the ease with which a fox chows down on a live scorpion is the determination with which the father kit fox protects his daughter from mating with a stranger. But we find his attitude changes when the same suitor, much chastened, comes back and pays his respects to the father before trying again to mate with the daughter. The niceties preserved, father fox then permits the union.
I’ll bet a lot of human fathers can relate to that!
The British Medical Assn. has issued “guidelines”–hold on to your hats!–to relatives of seriously ill and non-communicating hospital patients, asking them to “trawl through” their loved one’s emails, Tweets, and Facebook postings to find “any indication that they may want to die” (https://www.wnd.com/2019/01/new-medical-warning-your-social-media-comments-could-get-you-killed/).
In 2017 they put a patient to death based on an email she sent her daughter in 2013. Recalling her father’s dementia, the woman told her daughter, “Get the pillow ready if I get that way.” Interpreting this as a green light, hospital authorities pulled the plug on life support and killed the patient.
One thing they’re not telling us is how far back they want patients’ kin to “trawl,” looking for some kind of “I wish I were dead” remark. Like, what did you say when no one asked you to the prom? When you peed your pants in kindergarten and all the other kids found out? When you lost your job at 40 and couldn’t find another?
Some of my readers believe there is a section of the world’s ruling class that seriously wants to depopulate the earth, and is taking steps toward that end. I’ve always resisted that suspicion, on the grounds that being a tyrant is no fun unless you’ve got a lot of people to pick on, the more the merrier.
But Satan would like to see us all dead, and God’s world a lifeless, blackened shell. And don’t waste your breath trying to tell me the Far Left Crazy isn’t satanist. Not to mention all those people who say they don’t believe in Satan, but serve him anyway.
Again we ask–can the human race survive humanism?
In Christ alone we can. And will.
Let’s face it, the wannabe rulers of the world will never give up Global Warming. You can justify anything, no matter how costly, how violent, how oppressive, how crass, if it’s done to Save The Planet.
https://leeduigon.com/2013/08/24/the-cause-of-well-everything/
See? Global Warming causes all our problems? Or was that, uh, heterosexual white males? No, it was Income Inequality! Or hate speech. It’s gotta be somethin’…
