It’s obvious, isn’t it, that cats have minds? But their minds don’t work like ours, and the tantalizing thing about it is that we can never get inside a cat’s mind and understand it. Our cats live in a world fashioned by alien beings–and have come to terms with it. Could we do as much?
(I dunno–tried going to a Democrat convention lately?)
I have remembered to write my Newswithviews column this week, and am researching it this morning.
In the course of my research, I had occasion to visit the American Civil Liberties Union website ( https://action.aclu.org/secure/sem-become-freedom-fighter-join-aclu?s_src=UNW170001SEM&alt_src=UNV170001SEM&ms=gad_SEM_Bing_Search-Evergreen-ACLU%20Brand-4_ACLU%20Name%20Terms_ACLU_e_12363610188).
There we are exhorted to “become a freedom fighter… Take a stand for what you believe in.”
Oh, wait, hold it. You’re also urged to “push back against xenophobia” and “fight relentless attacks on reproductive freedom.” “Xenophobia” is the forbidden desire to preserve one’s country as one’s country and not melt it down, through unrestricted illegal immigration, into a multicultural puddle of failure. And “reproductive freedom” is abortion.
So, do they want you to “take a stand for what you believe in,” if what you believe in is protecting unborn babies from the abortionist, or securing America’s borders? No, no, no–“Not if you believe in that stuff!”
Probably the ACLU slogan should read, “You take a stand for what I believe in, or else!” We’ll sue you, man, we’ll shut you up, we’ll shut you down. They want to “defend free speech and the right to protest”; but we are at liberty to disbelieve them.
Noozies have gotten thin-skinned lately, about not receiving the love and trust they feel entitled to. Now Tampa Mayor Bob Buckhorn has given them something more to cry about.
At a recent Special Operations Industry Conference, the mayor took part in a fictional demonstration of an incident requiring a special military operation. In the course of the drama, he wound up with a chance to handle a 50-caliber machine gun that fired blanks.
“And so the first place I point that gun is at the media,” Buckhorn said, adding that he enjoyed seeing the noozies “cry like little girls” (http://www.tampabay.com/blogs/timesnews/buckhorns-joke-about-pointing-machine-guns-at-media-draws-fire/2324553 ). Just kidding, he said.
Looks like the journalists’ habit of taking sides with left-wing statist big shots against the rest of us has kind of alienated them from our affections. And then they act surprised about it. We catch them colluding with Democrats, spreading fake news about conservatives, lying and cheating, shilling for fictitious Global Warming–and boo-hoo, those ungrateful peasants don’t love us anymore?
I do not actually advocate machine-gunning crowds of journalists. But letting them know we wouldn’t trust ’em anymore as far as we could throw ’em, and that we deeply resent their trying to do a fundamental transformation of America into a coast-to-coast Democrat hellhole like Detroit, only bigger, much bigger–
Until you jokers clean up your act, we’re not listening. And if you learn something from the little scare that Mayor Buckhorn gave you, good for you.
This is the “Voci San Bellino” Choir from Padua, Italy, performing Gloria in Excelsis Deo–“Glory to God in the Highest”–by Camille St. Saens.
Remember, the hymn shop is open to all, 24/7. If there’s a hymn you’d like to see posted here, just let me know.
This old Irish folk song, Green Grow the Lilacs, here in its Civil War version sung by Ed McCurdy, was in my head this evening. I looked for it on youtube and there it was. I thought some of you might enjoy it, so here it is.
Having trouble getting your cat into the carrier for his trip to the vet? Let your puppy do it!
Then there are some dogs who are not quite so clever as that.
But you’ve got to admit they’re fun!
Hi, Mr. Nature here, with a very rare and very impressive animal: the Japanese giant salamander. It’s related to our own America hellbender, which is a whopper in its own right: but this critter gets two or three times as big. A full-grown Japanese giant salamander is almost as big as you are. Not quite like the little redbacks you can find in your back yard!
There are also giant salamanders in China. Outside of the inevitable habitat loss and degradation, the biggest threat faced by these creatures is schmendricks who like to eat members of endangered species because it makes them feel like big shots. Whatever they have to say on Judgment Day had better be good.
All right, I know some of you get the creeps from looking at these animals. But they are part of God’s creation, they certainly do us no harm at all, they are rare and difficult to find–and they are worthy of our admiration, because they are the work of Our Creator’s hands.
I don’t know about you, but they leave me in awe of God’s vision.
I guess it’s time we gave God thanks for filling the world with delicious food and creating us with the capacity to enjoy it.
Today, among the very few edibles I have successfully prepared, I’d like to talk about eels–freshly caught, and grilled on your own little hibachi on your back porch.
First you have to catch them. The best way to go about catching eels is to let it be widely known that you are fishing for flounder. You’re bound to attract eels. And now I will skip over the fun of getting an eel off your hook, and on to the matter of cleaning it. For this you will need:
Hammer
Nail
Pliers
Sharp Knife
Cleaning the eel is the hard part. They are, after all, extremely slippery. So what you do is, you nail the eel’s head to a tree, make a starter cut through the skin, and then use the pliers to peel off the whole skin in one deft movement. You’ll be amazed by how easy it is, if you do it right. And then it’s a simple matter to remove the internal organs. The rest of the recipe follows:
1 eel (more, if the eels are small, or if there are more than the two of you for dinner)
Hibachi with coals.
Aluminum foil.
Pats of butter as needed.
Cut the eel into servings. What we’re going to do is cause the zillion little rib bones to melt away without a trace. Wrap each piece, with a pat of butter, in foil and place on the hibachi.
Grill slowly for about 30 minutes. The foil will protect the eel from burning, but you do want to melt those rib bones.
And that’s pretty much all there is to it! You won’t believe how tasty those eel sections are, especially with a drop or two of lemon or lime juice, and a pinch of parsley. Don’t use a lot of extras, because grilled eel has a delicate flavor and the meat is very tender.
And now my mouth is watering!
