I read somewhere that cats have more facial muscles than we do, and consequently a wide range of facial expressions. (Was it Skeleton Men of Jupiter? I don’t remember.) But being human, we can’t accurately read most of those expressions.
But my cat Missy did have a particularly indignant expression that anyone could read. It was mostly for her brother, Buster. He ignored it at his peril.
If you’ve ever tried to sell a cat school supplies, you’ll know what I mean.
(I am running so far behind today, I just don’t have time to sort through all the rumors that must now suffice us for the news. Meanwhile, it won’t hurt to repeat this post: it’s still true.)
It must be clearly understood that leftism is a kind of pseudo-religion, much given to fanaticism, oblivious to both truth and common sense, and a very present threat to social sanity.
Yeah, the government’s gonna do all those wonderful things that God never got around to doing, and all it takes is infinite money, infinite coercion, and The Smartest People In The World calling all the shots. If only we give them enough power over us, they’ll give us paradise on earth.
And I am the Sultan of Swat.
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Thay taked my tempertchure Tooday and it “was” like Sevinty-One deegrees oar sombThing, sea i awlyays knowed i wood Get “a” Deegree! and my Moth Antenners thay “Are” spining al a-ruond And a-ruond lyke Crayzie!!!! Yiu arnt saposed To “get” Sick fromb eeting Play-Doh,, we must’of got Poysinned by a Biggit!!!! i bet crisschins done It,,, thay wher Mad At Us foar stoping Crismiss!!!
“The” Dockter she sayed i whil Get Beter but i Cant “eeat” no moar Play-Doh butt she doughnt know i has got A Hole Stash in “my prefessers” Toool Shedd so ha-ha-ha “on” Her!!!!!!
Somb Boddy thay sayed tooday it “Is” Noo Yeers butt that Cant “be” rihght becose Its ownly Jannyuery!!!
Flip Wilson’s Church of What’s Happening Now
I learned a new word yesterday–and me a writer and all!
“Re-interrogate.” As in the Bishops of the Church in Wales declaring that “the teachings of Scripture should therefore be re-interrogated” (https://anglicanmainstream.org/the-explanatory-memorandum-from-the-bishops-of-the-church-in-wales-a-response/)–to allow the church to bless same-sex “civil partnerships.”
Flip Wilson used to make a lot of people laugh with his “Church of What’s Happening Now.” In real life it’s not so funny.
Their reasoning, if you want to call it that, is that although the Bible does seem to favor marriage between one man and one woman, it also gives “tacit approval” to assorted forms of polygamy–and therefore the one man-one woman model need not be taken very seriously. And we are told that a “new social, scientific, and psychological understanding of sexuality” needs to be brought into play.
Like I said, “the Church of What’s Happening Now.”
Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin…
May we have a drum roll, please?
Ahem! The winner of our Second Annual Christmas Carol Contest, with Joy to the World by Nat King Cole, is [trumpet fanfare]–
Hey! You! I asked for a drum roll, didn’t I? Look alive up there, willya? Now where was I? Byron, have you seen that piece of paper with the numbers on it? “It’s right there in front of you, boss. Don’t be so nervous.”
Ah. Yes. Our carol contest winner. Y’know, it was a funny thing. The winning entry was posted on the day after the contest opened, got 25 views that day, and no one ever overtook it. I never expected that to happen. I thought the lead would change hands again and again, leading to unbearable suspense and lots of hyperventilating. But the only one who hyperventilated was Byron the Quokka’s Uncle Ulysses, who always hyperventilates around this time of year anyway.
What? What did you kick me for? Who do you think you’re poking? What’s that? “The winner, boss! Who is the winner?”
Didn’t I say? Sorry! Gimme another trumpet fanfare. [Drum roll] (He sighs. There is nothing to be done about it.)
The winner of our Second Annual Christmas Carol Contest is… Erlene!
That means you get an autographed copy of His Mercy Endureth Forever, Erlene–or any earlier book in the series (except Bell Mountain, I’ve run out of those), or you can wait for The Wind from Heaven, whenever it gets published: sometime this spring, I expect. Anyway, send me your mailing address and tell me what book you’d like to get–we’ll do the rest at our end.
Thanks, everybody, for playing and enjoying our carol contest. We’ll keep on posting Christmas carols for as long as you want them–and don’t forget the comment contest, which has started already!
Happy New Year to all!
They call themselves humanists, but they want to get rid of the human race and replace it with something better: something created by themselves.
Artificial Intelligence! Homo sapiens 2.0! This time it’ll be perfect! We’ll have a perfect utopian world with free stuff for all and philosopher-kings to manage it for us!
Lord Jesus defend us.
I can’t think of a better way to start a year than with this hymn, All Glory Be to Christ, by Dustin Kensrueu and King’s Kaleidoscope. Sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne.
Pray for Christ’s protection in this year. We’ll need it.