With no hymn requests coming in yesterday, I fall back on one of my favorite hymns to start today–John Bunyan’s hymn, To Be a Pilgrim, sung by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band. Yes, I’ve posted it more than a few times before–but who’s counting?
With no hymn requests coming in yesterday, I fall back on one of my favorite hymns to start today–John Bunyan’s hymn, To Be a Pilgrim, sung by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band. Yes, I’ve posted it more than a few times before–but who’s counting?
It’s not only cats that chase their tails; dogs are every bit as committed to it.
Hamsters don’t bother to try.
Can you count how many times these dogs spin around? If you can, maybe you’d better re-assess your priorities.
At around 8:48 into this video, Joe Biden babbles. This is a man who has spent several decades reading cue cards and giving speeches. Now he trips over his own tongue, saying “millstones” for “milestones” and then slipping, momentarily, into gibberish. This is supposedly our president.
Oh! And what’s up with the State of the Union speech? Uh, what State of the Union speech? The one the Constitution says the president shall (meaning “has to”) give “from time to time.” His handlers could compose one for him and pass it on to Congress in writing, sparing China Joe the risk of making a major speech. But no one knows whether there will be any State of the Union speech at all.
In this speech, above, he repeats the extravagant claim that half a million Americans have died of COVID. And no one, not a soul, in our Free & Independent Nooze Media Inc. ever asks him to prove it. Prove it, Joe! We don’t believe you! We think that figure is all wet. A 98-year-old in a nursing home, suffering from increasingly severe heart disease over the course of ten years, dies–and they chalk it up to COVID.
This is baloney. This is fear porn. Obey all those government mandates and restrictions, or ye shall surely die! Stop living like human beings! Face masks forever! Or at least until there are no more germs in our environment anymore.
This whole business is a national shame that will not easily be washed away.

Wow. Does this mean Christians will no longer be forced to bake custom cakes for same-sex pseudomarriages? We won’t have to fund other people’s abortions with our money? Won’t have to say we believe in things we don’t believe in, just to keep our jobs?
No. We’re a long way from restoring religious liberty in America.
All this bill says is that the governor of Georgia’s emergency powers may not “specifically limit the practice of any religion” (https://www.wtxl.com/news/local-news/governor-kemp-rolls-out-faith-protection-act-legislation). But everything will still be done “in accordance with public health guidance”–whatever that turns out to mean.
Gov. Brian Kemp, who was only too happy to see anti-Christian Democrats take his state in the highly suspect, stinkin’-out-loud 2020 election, hailed the bill as creating in Georgia “a sanctuary state for people of faith.”
Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and you have to start somewhere: it’s better than nothing. But it’s about as close to nothing as you can get. What if “public health guidance” says “Shut down the churches, no worship allowed until further notice”?
Supposedly Mr. Kemp has his eye on the Republican nomination in 2024. I hear he’s also waiting for hell to freeze over.
We need to go a lot farther than this if we want our freedom back.

This government-funded sculpture/fountain, unveiled in 1938, is a two-mile hike from my door and has always fascinated me. It’s found in Roosevelt Park, Edison Township. As a little boy I used to stare marvelingly at the great globe that topped the fountain. It wasn’t till I was older that I saw the whole thing.
“Light Dispelling Darkness” features heroic figures representing Science, Industry, Agriculture, and Labor–sure, we can always trust these!–triumphing over the ills of the world: war, poverty, disease, capitalism (!)… Well, it was the 1930s and the useful idiots in the Roosevelt administration thought communism and socialism were the way to go. That’s why the “evils” are so creepy–you’ve got to admit, the sculptor had a touch of brilliance–and the purely secular heroic Answers to Every Problem look like their names are Boris, Vladimir, Yuri, and Smerdyakov, etc.
Here’s an article with more pictures (https://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/16870). Probably you’ve never seen anything quite like this before.
Because of low hillocks, if you want to see the whole thing, you’ve got to walk right up to it. Now and then the parks service has to refresh the paint job. And perhaps you’ll sigh, reflecting on the fact that just a year after this statue was unveiled, World War II broke out. And after that, we discovered that the only things that communism was really good at creating were prison camps and mass graves. The Heroic Answers turned out not to be the answers, after all.
The vanity of human wishes, as Samuel Johnson used to say.
Or better: “Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it” (Psalm 127:1).
If things keep going the way they’re going, our ruling class is going to wind up eating us.
They already despise us, already think of us as livestock that have to be herded, managed, and culled.
How did this happen? How did the public’s servants become the public’s masters? I mean, I do understand that tyranny and slavery are the natural state of fallen man and that our nation’s founders, prayerfully and humbly, tried to spare us this by creating our nation as a constitutional republic.
Not much left of that, is there?

I think we are seeing what’s coming out of our colleges, and it isn’t good.
Anyone would think the “educators” were purposely trying to destroy our country–and they’d be right.
Of course, now we’ve had a Democrat government imposed on us, so forget about government doing anything at all to correct the abuses of what we laughingly call “higher education.” They’re only there to throw gasoline onto the fire–the more useful idiots the schools turn out, the better they like it.
America might not survive its education system.
We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes–well, yeah, that’s exactly what we’re supposed to do! We want to hear Him say, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.” Don’t bury the talent in the ground.
Written by Elizabeth Mills in 1829, sung by Nathan and Lyle–I’d never heard this hymn till yesterday.
It took me a while to figure out what’s going on here, but I think I’ve got it now.
The cat is auditioning for a position as a Buckingham Palace guard; and the parakeet is playing the part of an unruly tourist trying to get a rise out of him.
Alternate theories will be entertained.