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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.

College Idiot Factories Wage Jihad against ‘Toxic Masculinity’

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Okay, leftids, you’ve convinced me: you really are the servants of Satan. What you say and do can be explained in no other way.

Ithaca, Duke, Oregon State, Brown, Amherst, University of Massachusetts–these are just some of the “universities” this week who will be holding workshops and B.S. sessions on “toxic masculinity” ( https://www.campusreform.org/?ID=8645 ).

At Brown the workshops will be “for students who identify as men.” At Oregon State, students will “engage in collective imagining.” There is a slang term for the latter which I am not permitted to use on this blog. Ithaca is gunning for “hegemonic masculinity.” I could go on, but I seem to have run out of barf bags.

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: People who love and respect their sons and daughters do not send them to these colleges to be turned into brainless wastes of space. To which I am moved to add: People who love and respect their country do not send their sons and daughters to these colleges to be turned into brainless wastes of space.

We see by all this frenzied activity that Satan has a real problem with God’s created order, and has moved his servants to strike at its very foundation: “Male and female created He them.” They want to get rid of the male part.

God will eventually remove this whole business from the picture. It would be a shame to us, if we ever had to look back and saw that we, when we had the opportunity, and the duty, failed to speak and act against it.

O Lord Our God–remember, please remember, that these things are done without our consent, against our will, and over our objections.


Yes! ‘Our God is an Awesome God’

Yeah, I know I’ve posted this several times before–but how would you like to see 50,000 people singing this at the Inauguration ceremony? Not scripted, not planned: the hymn just breaks out. Like a volcano. Like “Let there be light!”

Crank up the volume, boys and girls. Our God is an awesome God!


Memory Lane: ‘Little Red Monkey’

I think this might have been the first record I ever had–that, or The Shoemaker and the Elves. That one has survived over 60 years; my sister has it now.

So here is Rosemary Clooney singing Little Red Monkey, back in 1953, a nice little piece of my childhood. A song that could do a child no conceivable harm. And a very catchy tune: that’s how I remembered it so long.


Kitten vs. Sewing Machine

Cats have the intelligence to be curious. They are also nosy. No lizard I’ve ever known would show the slightest interest in a sewing machine; but this cat has to find out all about it! You wonder what he’s thinking as he struggles to stand on top of the sewing machine. But we’ll never know.


What’ll We Do With Millenials?

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We have a gigantic social problem looming over our country.

What are we to do with millenials?

Recent college graduates, tens of thousands of them, with their whole lives yet to live–can’t hold jobs, can’t tolerate even the most trivial adversity, saturated with an ideology that is opposed to everything America stands for, unable to relate to people as individuals but only as representatives of this or that group, guaranteed and certified 100% useless–what in the world are we supposed to do with them?

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy the company of teens and tweens, provided they haven’t been turned upside-down and inside-out by our culture and our schools. I wish I had more of you guys visiting this blog, to pep it up a little.

No, I’m talking about young people with degrees in Gender Studies and Social Justice, burdened by a load of student debt, who go stampeding for the Play-Doh and the Safe Space at the first little hitch in life that comes along, who want a participation trophy just for breathing. You can’t talk to them without triggering a trauma. And if you can imagine them trying to bring up children of their own, you have a more vivid imagination than I do.

So what are we supposed to do with them? They won’t be able to support themselves. Imagine hiring Joe Collidge to do anything more complex than sweep the floor.

I wish I knew the answer to that question.


Lib Clergy Bless Abortion Clinic

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I don’t know how I missed this story in October, 2015. It should have sounded an exceedingly loud alarm for the spiritual welfare of America’s churches.

A bunch of Methodist and Episcopal “clergy”–I use the term loosely–gathered at an abortion center in Cleveland to bless the place ( https://www.lifesitenews.com/news/methodist-episcopalian-clergy-bless-cleveland-abortion-clinic-in-prayer-ser ). They were members of the “Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice,” that is, abortion. They think it’s nice. The president of the group is a sodomite “married” to another man. The rest are ministerettes. If you didn’t see the news photo, you would still know exactly what they looked like.

Has the church in America lost its way? The mainline/flatline church sure has.

They’re gonna need a bigger Hell.


Lib Church Won’t Pray for Trump by Name (They Think He’s Gonna Kill ‘Em)

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Never let it be said our friends on the Left aren’t drama queens. In fact, it’s at the core of their being–oh, they take themselves so seriously! And that goes for liberal mainline/flatline churches, too.

All Saints Church in Pasadena (where else?) has announced that its drama-loving clergy won’t pray for President-elect Donald Trump by name anymore, because just his very name is “literally a trauma trigger” ( http://downtrend.com/71superb/church-bans-trumps-name-because-its-a-trauma-trigger ). In fact, they think Donald Trump wants to kill them: “he represents an active danger to health and safety.”

They’ll still pray for a generic “president,” but not that mean old homophobic Donald Trump. Actually, Trump has not devoted any attention to opposing the march of sodomy–but then he’s also a racist and a biggit, don’t you know.  Everyone the libs don’t like is a racist and a biggit.

Do these liberal churches worship God or man? When they need to pray, do they just look at a mirror?

Stay tuned for Exhibit B, coming right up.


Hymn, ‘As Longs the Hart’

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so pantheth my soul after thee, O God.

(Psalm 42:1)

This is a new one, as hymns go, published in 1975. But the lyrics are based on Psalm 42 and the traditional British folk melody is as old as the hills: and it’s a very beautiful hymn.

Sung by Maddy Prior, music by The Carnival Band.


The 11 p.m. Phone Call

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Once you reach a certain point in life, the phone can’t ring at 11:00 at night unless it’s bad news.

Our phone rang at 11 last night, and it was bad news: the nursing home calling, Aunt Joan has a fever, they need my consent to take her to the emergency room. Well, yeah, of course! And then you wait for the phone to ring again.

First thing this morning, I called the hospital for an update: sit on hold for a while, and then they can’t tell you anything yet. For some reason my blood pressure begins to climb.

Half an hour later, another phone call: and, praise Our Father, now everything’s all right, the fever’s all gone, they’ll give her antibiotics and keep her a bit just to make sure, and then it all goes back to what passes for normal, these days. Well, I’d rather have her in the nursing home. She’s been there long enough for the staff to develop some commitment to her.

Until the next time the phone rings late at night…


It’s Your Wake-up Call

Really, this is a rather nice way to be awakened in the morning–by your cat. Hey, who loves ya, baby? Note how quietly and gently they go about their work.

The guy with the pet howler monkeys, that’s the guy with a problem…


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