What Happened to the Democrats?

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Lon Chaney Jr. turning into the Wolfman–it was a parable.

When I was a newspaper editor and reporter, back in the 70s, a big part of my job was interviewing politicians and other public officials, five days a week. Working in Monmouth County, NJ, most of the government–state, county, and local–was occupied by Democrats.

It didn’t matter. Except for a few very bad apples, these were sane, decent men and women who held a public trust. Did some of them have ideas I couldn’t agree with? Of course–but that’s life. Different ideas don’t have to be evil, stupid, or crazy ideas. Long-time Congressman Jim H.–everybody knew he would listen to them, if they needed him. Assemblyman Walter K.–a prince, a nicer man you couldn’t meet. Mayor Arthur G.–always had his town’s best interests at heart. Frank S.–party hack who turned a no-show job as sewerage authority director into a labor of love. I could go on and on naming dozens and dozens of them, but you get the point.

What happened to turn this major political party into a rats’ nest of power-hungry, corrupt, deluded, and America-hating shysters? How does that happen? For all my familiarity with the subject, I can’t begin to offer an explanation. All I know is they’re dragging my country into the gutter. Power and wealth for them, Third World hell-hole for the rest of us.

Theories, anyone? I’m more than willing to hear them.

 

Newsom Opts for Scare Tactics to Promote Abortion

Fleeing the Alabama police who want to give them a pregnancy test–do you believe this? And this guy wants to be president someday.

California Governor Gavin Newsom has released an ad featuring two young women trying to “escape” from Alabama… to have abortions (https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2024/04/parody-gavin-newsom-releases-bizarre-pro-abortion-ad/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=parody-gavin-newsom-releases-bizarre-pro-abortion-ad).

“All they that hate me love death,” the Bible says (Proverbs 8:36). Has the truth of that teaching ever been more clearly seen than it is now?

Mr. Noisome asserts that Republicans, out of the evil in their hearts, are trying to deny women “travel for reproductive care.” That’s their euphemism for abortion–which is, come to think of it, the exact opposite of reproduction.

Why are Democrats so gung-ho for abortion? Augustus Caesar would have called them “murderers of your own posterity.” It goes along with sterilizing children with puberty-blocking drugs and irreversible surgery. And they are in love with this!

This is an evil period in our country’s history.

Please Bear With Me

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It’s only noon and I’m already tuckered out. I don’t know why. Arthritis? Too much nooze? Erratic weather? Or some combination of the above?

How do I shake it off? The sun is out today. Maybe I should go outside, have a cigar, and enjoy a harmless book that won’t make me wonder if the author’s crazy. Maybe if I do that I’ll have the oomph needed to get back to work.

Well, I’m sitting here and the clock’s ticking… Out, I say! Out!

‘A Tossed Salad of Blather’ (2018)

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(Idea for a sitcom: “I Married Medusa.”)

They laugh at Christians who speak in tongues. Ha, ha. So much more with-it to toss around **** like “intersectional trans-inclusive feminism,” and “kyriarchy.”

A Tossed Salad of Blather

How are you supposed to communicate with these people? They have turned language itself into a heavy club of rotten wood. Talk about speaking in tongues! Who does it more than Far Left crazies?

All of it–all of it, boys and girls, is brewed in Hell and created to wipe out the human race.

And besides that, it’s freakin’ stupid.

‘Bringing in the Sheaves’

Ai-ya! Another week of nooze stretches out in front of me. Harvest-time seems far away.

Tennessee Ernie Ford sings Bringing in the Sheaves, an old Sunday school favorite. I knew the hymn by heart before I know what “sheaves” were.

The Charge of the Guinea Pigs

Somebody has a lot of guinea pigs, don’t they? See how briskly they charge the camera. We are not told why they charge the camera. If they filmed this in Africa it’d be scary: charging lions, elephants, rhinos. Here we’ve only got guinea pigs.

A Discovery: Bobby Caldwell (Not Black!)

Patty loved this song for years, and only just now discovered that the singer, the late Bobby Caldwell, was white, not black.

She’s not the only one. There’s a crowd of black YouTubers who have enjoyed Caldwell’s music for years but never saw him until just recently. Their reaction was a great deal of surprise that he was a white man… and pure delight.

It’s not my kind of music, but I have to stand up and cheer for what is being done with it. Bobby Caldwell and his songs bring people together and make them happy! You can’t think of a better use for music. And why bother to try? (“Better than all the politicians put together!” Patty adds. One cannot but agree.)

The Daring Podiatrist (‘Oy, Rodney’)

Oy Rodney – Lee Duigon

Introducing Chapter DCCXI of her ambulatory romance, Oy, Rodney, Violet Crepuscular, “The Queen of Suspense,” challenges her readers: “Will the daring middle-aged podiatrist, Dr. Fratsky, be able to bring the Royal Millipede Inspector home from Portugal, whence he was transported by rogue Picts?” (Honk if you know the answer to that question.)

For a podiatrist, Dr. Fratsky takes great big chances. “Did you see him dancing on the roof top during that thunderstorm the other day, waving that old sword around?” Such was the question most often asked at The Lying Tart.

Dr. Fratsky’s theory is, “Find the chap’s real name, and you find the Royal Millipede Inspector.” Lady Margo Cargo’s crusty old butler, Crusty, has already done that; but no one will listen to him because the shire is in one of its snooty moods toward the servant class.

Dr. Fratsky’s method is to make a very long list of guesses and then hope one of them is right. “I can’t say I think much of that procedure,” muses Lord Jeremy Coldsore.

“Well, he did manage to fail all his courses at university,” stroots Dr. Fratsky’s cousin, Johnno the Merry Minstrel. “He stole his degree from a dead man. He really is quite a daredevil.”

Ms. Crepuscular hints darkly: “Get ready for Portugal.”

No-Nooze Sunday (and ‘Car 54’)

Let’s keep our sanity, shall we, and follow the example of Judah the Maccabee, who never fought a battle on the Sabbath unless he was attacked.

Years ago on Sunday night–after I was packed off to bed!–my parents watched Car 54, Where Are You? I listened to the theme song. I knew the show was created by a lot of the same people who turned out Phil Silvers in “Sgt. Bilko.” So of course it was very funny!

Joe E. Ross (left) and Fred Gwynne (right–and he would go on to play Herman Munster, another TV hit) play two New York police officers who somehow always find time for a game of checkers, despite the hurly-burly described in the theme song. Policing can be a very grim business, but not for these two. And everything always turned out all right by the time the episode was over. Perhaps this places Car 54 in the realm of fantasy; but to be able to relax people and give them a laugh–well, that’s a gift of God, and not to be despised.

‘Who Was Joseph’s Pharaoh? (2019)

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Joseph’s Pharaoh? We still don’t know.

We keep asking the question, but we still don’t have an answer: Who was Joseph’s Pharaoh?

Who Was Joseph’s Pharaoh?

Bear in mind that the art of history, as we know it, was not known in ancient Egypt. They specialized in rubbing out names and incidents that those in power chose to forget. We still do that, don’t we?

We would like to know the name of the pharaoh who appointed Joseph his prime minister. God has not decided that we need to know.

(The computer has been battling me tooth and claw this morning. You’re lucky to be reading this.)