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About leeduigon

I have lived in Metuchen, NJ, all my life. I have been married to my wife Patricia since 1977. I am a former newspaper editor and reporter. I was also the owner-operator of my own small business for several years. I wrote various novels and short stories published during 1980s and 1990s. I am a long-time student of judo and Japanese swordsmanship (kenjutsu). I also play chess, basketball, and military and sports simulations.

Antifa Law Prof Canned

We toldja it was stupid to have an anarchist teaching law at a law school.

Remember this bozo from last week? Sure–he went on Tucker Carlson to say “the violence is justified,” blah-blah.

Well, this weekend he got caught tweeting about what “a privilege” it was for him “to be teaching future dead cops,” and the John Jay College of Criminal Justice suspended him. See, the prof believes the police are, like, the oppressors, so it would be okay for “the people” to rise up and kill them, etc.

Piling on, New York City Mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr., dba Bill De Blasio (he never uses his real name if he can help it), tore into the anarchist prof who has ties to Antifa (Thugs ‘R’ Us) storm troopers. Funny! Wilhelm aka De Blasio, a former Sandinista wannabe, has made his contempt for New York City police quite clear, and the patrolmen’s union has returned the favor, big-time. Maybe Warren aka Bill is trying to mend his fences with the cops. Lotsa luck with that, sunshine.

Meanwhile, we have persons who by definition don’t believe in law teaching law and playing footsie with an organization given to street violence, Weimar Republic style. Is anyone surprised it’s turning out like this?

Memory Lane: 500 Days Till Doomsday

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Almost our president…

Remember this? May, 2014–three years ago–the foreign minister of France got together with abortion-happy loon John Kerry and proclaimed the world has only “500 days to avoid climate chaos!” (

Have you noticed liberals and other Global Warming pinheads never, ever, have to be right in their predictions?

Thank the Force or whatever, the foreign minister exulted, that America has leadership, in Kerry the dope and President *Batteries Not Included, who are down for the struggle against Man-Made Climbit change! Surely they will harness the power of the government to make it be nice weather all the time!

Anyone out there who still believes these people really ought to be ashamed of himself. Uh, how many posh beachfront homes have the Rising Sea Levels Marching & Chowder Society bought for themselves lately?

May the Farce Be with You

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‘Send the Light’

I never heard this hymn before. Isn’t it beautiful? Send the Light, sung by the Altar of Praise Men’s Chorale, a good old hymn from 1890–make a joyful noise unto the Lord.

Does Your Cat Help You Make the Bed?

We got new sheets today, and I wanted to put them on the bed. Peep was sleeping on the bed, already cheesed off at me for taking Robbie to the vet and coming back with a funny smell on me. I waited all afternoon, but she wouldn’t budge.

So, as Sir Thomas Malory would say, “maugre Peep’s head,” I went ahead to strip the bed and put on the new sheets. That’s what I thought I was going to do, at least. She had other ideas. And put them into practice with quite a lot of hissing.

Even with the film speeded up, the couple in this video have an easy time of it, compared to the ordeal Peep put me through today.

And guess where she is now…

More on a Moronic Romance Novel

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I couldn’t find a picture of the cover of Oy, Rodney by Violet Crepuscular, but take it from me, it’s very similar to the one for Lord of the Tube Socks.

I read Oy, Rodney when my heel spur hurts. It’s the epic story of the romance between Lord Jeremy Coldsore and the aging but still quite homely Dame Margo Cargo, the richest widow in Scurveyshire, who is also being courted by a man who looks like Ed Begley, but isn’t. I’ve just come to the part where Lord Jeremy is discomfited by his discovery that the whole Coldsore family has been bankrupted by unwise bets on whether the Duke of Dodder will come back from the dead, once the heat dies down. He didn’t, and the noble house of Coldsore is flat broke.

Meanwhile, the vicar has peeked under his backyard plastic wading pool and gone into conniptions. We are not told what he saw.

Another mysterious character has entered the story, an American adventurer named Willis Twombley, who thinks he is Sargon of Akkad. The other characters are pretty sure he isn’t.

There are only some 400 pages left to go, and we still don’t know what Dame Margo proposes to do about her bunions. Jeremy has not yet gotten up the courage to ask for her hand in marriage. It’s exciting because it’s the only hand Dame Margo has. A goat chewed off the other one.

P. S.: Robbie went to the vet this morning for her checkup, and everything seems to be going well with her treatment. I have been careful not to let her read Oy, Rodney.

Do You Really Own What You Think You Own?

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A couple of Michigan farmers, a man and wife, Catholics,  got relief from a federal judge last week when he issued an injunction against the town of East Lansing for banning them from the local farmers’ market (

And why were they banned from the market? You probably won’t need three tries to guess the reason.

Somebody asked them if they could hold a same-sex pseudo-wedding on their farm, and when the farmers said no, the commissars in East Lansing swung into action. By now I trust everybody understands that “diversity” is lib-talk for uniformity of opinion, rigorously enforced.

So they banned them from the farmers’ market, and these farmers lost three and a half months of business there before the judge stepped in.

If you don’t obey the Far Left, they will destroy your livelihood. They’d do more than that, if they could–but Hillary isn’t president.

Question: If you can’t decide what can or can’t be done on your own private property–is it truly your property? If the government can make you host activities that are profoundly offensive to your religious beliefs–well, then, whose property is it: yours or the government’s? Today you have to allow a “gay wedding” on your farm. Maybe tomorrow they’ll force you to hold the reception in your living room. Your bedroom might be up for grabs, too, a little ways down the road.

We can do our country no finer service than to defy Big Sodomy, and its sponsors in the government, at every opportunity. In God’s name, defy and disobey. Defy and disobey.

P.S.–I lived in East Lansing for a little while, after college. In 1972 it was a leftist basket case. Apparently it hasn’t changed much.


From Kindergarten to Kollege, in One Step

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‘Hail Him the King of Glory’

I have to take Robbie in for her checkup this morning, but first a hymn–Hail Him the King of Glory, performed by the kids at Fountainview Academy in British Columbia: with God’s own stage settings in the background.

Ah! ‘Light of the World’

Okay, there’s nobody out there cursing or fighting just now, the cats are fed, and now let our souls be lit by Jesus Christ Our Lord, the Light of the World–the true Light that lighteth every man that cometh into the world (John 1:9). This is the Light the darkness can’t put out–not even the darkness of this evil age.

Written by Charles Wesley, performed by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band.

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