There’s hardly anyone here this morning. Well, look at the weather. Maybe everybody just went back to bed. Wish I could.
But! Maybe one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever composed will get the ball rolling, and some entries submitted to our carol contest: Jesus, Joy of Men’s Desiring by Johann Sebastian Bach, sung by the Edinburgh Singers.
Don’t even think about molesting these hens’ baby chicks. I doubt the goat had any intention to do harm–but the dog? Better safe than sorry, says the mother hen. And surely the safest place for chicks is under mommy’s wings.
The more I see of chickens, the more I respect them. These are truly noble animals.
This is Henry Kissinger’s dream (98 years old and still dreamin’)–“a universal world order.”
We have never had a universal world order, or a global government. But we’ve had plenty of the next worse thing–multinational empires, whose builders swallowed up as much of the world as they could. Romans, Assyrians, Mongols, Russians–scads of them.
They all had one thing in common: they ruled by brute force. The ruling nation governed all the subject peoples; and anyone who stepped out of line would soon be hearing from the legions. Violence was the only way to keep all these subject nations on the same page. Genghis Khan could tell you that.
For anyone to assert that now, today, a global government could rule by consent of the governed, instead of by knocking heads together, is delusional.
God defend us from this folly.
I know I said I’d write something about world government today; but we are running a Christmas carol contest, and if I’m lucky enough to get another entry from a reader, I really ought to post it.
Requested by Erlene, Little Stranger, by Carroll Roberson. Background sets by God the Father.
I have no idea why, but my computer has absolutely refused to let me post a picture of Henry Kissinger. Artificial Intelligence at work! Oh, well, a snake’ll do…
It seemed like such a good idea at the time! Counter the ominous power of the Soviet Union by making friends with China–Red China, with Chairman Mao in charge. This was the almost shocking new policy cooked up by Secretary of State Henry Kissinger and put into play by President Richard Nixon’s visit to China… in 1972. Many of you reading this hadn’t been born yet, so you can’t really imagine the jolt this gave the rest of us.
Now China is kicking sand in Uncle Sam’s face and most of the communists who fight against us are members of the Democrat Party here at home. And Kissinger is still around! Almost 100 years old, and still talking.
In 2019 he predicted “Artificial Intelligence will fundamentally alter human consciousness,” although he didn’t specify how that might be done. He seemed worried it’d be something like The Terminator movies. You know: we lose control, and the machines start a nuclear war, and most of us die.
In 2020 he and his buddies at the Council on Foreign Relations discussed the new “global international system” and how it would be affected by the COVID-19 pandemic: “The pandemic is imposing on us a universal world order,” he said. Which was to say, his fondest dream was coming true. Always a big world order fan. I’ll have more to say about that in a little while.
So Henry the K is still around–still brewing mischief, some might say (they haven’t forgiven him for Nixon’s piece of the Vietnam War).
We really must put more effort into defeating his ideas.
The only world government we recognize, the only one we will support, is the Kingdom of Our Lord Jesus Christ
This is certainly on a part with Hillary Clinton being named after Sir Edmund Hillary years before he climbed Mt. Everest.
Affirmative-action “Vice President” Kamala Harris has come up with a whopper that would insult the intelligence of a concrete garden gnome: one of her happiest childhood memories, she babbles, is of her part-Indian, part-Jamaican family celebrating “Kwanzaa,” the B.S. baloney “holiday” made up by 1960s Black Power radicals (https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2021/12/kamala-harris-touts-seven-principles-kwanzaa-says-favorite-principle-kujichagulia/).
She says her favorite principle of Kwanzaa (oh, where is that barf bag!) is “having the power to design your own life (??) and determine your own future,” which they call “kujichagulia.” Is that the same as “pdgaa”?
This jidrool is a heartbeat away from the presidency–and it’s SloJo Biden’s heart, no less. Couldn’t we have, oh… Mickey Mouse? Minnie Mouse? One of those orange plastic cones they put out on the street? Anything but this–anything.
Christmas Carol Contest–wagons, roll!
Today’s first entry is from SlimJim: O Holy Night, featuring Madi Jackson.
Remember–the winner gets either an autographed copy of one of my books (you in the back–stop yawning!) or a cool red T-shirt that says “If they have to kill us, they’ve lost.”
No, I will not post a photo of anything “transgender.” Here’s a nice red eft instead.
There’s nothing in modern leftism so inane, frivolous, or evil that it can’t get even more inane, frivolous, or evil.
Like that whole “transgender” thing. Some feminists turned against it a few years ago, but it looks like they’ve been swallowed up without another murmur.
“Oh, no! You’re trans-exclusionary!” Can you imagine saying that with a straight face?
The two chief culprits here are public education and Hollywood. They serve Satan.
We really mustn’t help them.
Only four days left in the Christmas Carol Contest, folks. Here we are, waiting for your Christmas hymn requests. So far no carol has managed to get 20 views on the day it was requested. Two are tied with 19.
Don’t tell me you’re already tired of Christmas carols!
Here’s one to get us started today–Ding Dong Merrily on High, played with gusto by the Idaho Falls Symphony Orchestra. And there’s a harpsichord in it, too!
I once lived in a house where the cat figured out how to open the refrigerator, climb inside–without the door swinging shut after him! That would’ve been bad–and shovel out food for the dog waiting patiently on the floor below. One of my roommates lost quite a few suppers that way.
Here we have some very naughty birds doing the same thing.
It’s so easy to corrupt the morals of a dog.
