Aw, who’s afraid of a dumb old alligator? Not the cats in this video. Not the cat who chases off not one, but two alligators.
And check out the human boy who seems curiously oblivious to the drama being played out some ten feet away from his undefended ankles. Maybe nobody’s afraid of alligators.
How’s this for cynical and shameful?
We just got an email from Senator Mitch McConnell imploring us to send him $10 “to keep our Senate majority.” It was dated today–repeat, today!–but it spoke of the Jan. 5 Senate runoffs in Georgia as if they hadn’t happened yet.
Keep your majority? What majority? Dude, those elections are over! And thanks to fraud, and thanks to most of the Republican senators just fumfering around when they should have been helping the president, and being too cowardly to object to the electoral vote as they should have… we lost!
We have no Senate majority. I do have $10, but you ain’t gonna get it! Are they trying to con money off poor ignorant citizens who don’t know the election’s over? What would they use it for? Gourmet ice cream?
The problem with the Republican leadership is that they have no respect for Republican voters. “Send us your money and just shut up.”
No, sunshine–you shut up.
I was 13 years old when a friend lent me his copy of Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs–adventures in the inside-out world of the hollow earth, complete with dinosaurs and monsters–and it blew me away. I had no idea there were books like this! I couldn’t get enough of them. Happily for me, ERB wrote dozens of books. I’ve still got ’em (paperback price: 35 cents!), and I still read ’em from time to time.
Burroughs introduced me to other worlds, pure fantasy, anything goes. Just like Tarzan went to Pellucidar once.
But then in high school, sophomore year, I read J.R.R. Tolkien’s masterpiece, The Lord of the Rings, and oh, brother! This took fantasy fiction a notch higher. I find it bordering on the impossible, to describe how much I enjoyed it. I spent the next ten or twelve years of my life trying to write a fantasy like Tolkien’s. What the heck, everybody else seemed to be doing it–you never saw so many unsatisfying imitations published.
I learned an awful lot about writing by reading and re-reading Burroughs and Tolkien. I also learned to give up trying to imitate them, and just write like myself: took more than a few years to learn how to do that, too. The end result is my Bell Mountain series.
I envy those of you, out there, who’ll someday discover top-flight fantasy, as I did, and just go to town on it. I know reading isn’t as fashionable as it once was. But as much as I love movies, there’s nothing better than a roaring good book. No special effects genius, no cast of actors, no director can ever quite match what that special book can do with your imagination.
Does it serve God? Does it give God the glory? I’d say that depends on what the reader does with it. Tolkien was a devout Christian, and I’m sure he hoped his books would do that. Just as I’m sure that for many readers, they did.
G’day! Byron the Quokka here, reminding you that we have a comment contest going. Our goal is 70,000 comments–with only 579 left to go.
[Editor’s note: We’re wondering if there’s an Internet outage somewhere, because we haven’t heard from any of our most prolific commenters today. We also have reports of readers’ email conking out. ]
Here I’d like to turn it over to Quokka University’s life coach, Horatio the jumping spider.
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Thank you, Byron. First I’d like to say that bugs are good for you, catch as many as you can. This solves most of life’s problems. It’s always worked for me.
Anyhow, the winner of the comment contest will receive an autographed copy of Lee’s book, His Mercy Endureth Forever. If you already have it, you can hold out for the next book in the series, The Wind from Heaven, which has not yet been published but it won’t be long now.
Meanwhile, a select committee of quokkas is still working on the problem of how much tuition to charge and whether it should include a season’s pass to QU’s pick-up sticks matches.
But by all means we want to read your comments! Really, what’s the point of having six eyes if you don’t have anything to read? (That’s one for the Philosophy Dept.)
Here’s a thoughtful essay by Mark Rushdoony, analyzing the deep divisions that afflict “a nation running from Christianity.”
https://chalcedon.edu/magazine/the-divided-states-of-america
“We have a great deal of historical and contemporary evidence that the democratic process has always been infected with, if not controlled by, blatant lies and fraud,” Mark writes. “Confidence in [our] institutions is now incredibly low.”
People who reject God wind up needing, desperately, to replace Him. Thrown onto their own sinful resources without the guidance of Scripture, when they run from Christianity, they run off in all different directions.
As James Madison would have said, “democracy” is a very poor substitute for justice.
Which U.S. Senator is this?
With the monkey safely installed in the White House and The Swamp back in control of Capitol Hill, you’d think the senators would stop peppering you with emails begging you to send them money–money for what, I don’t know.
I take issue with the shameless Republican senators–because I am a Republican, and I had this childlike trust that somehow Republican senators would occasionally represent me.
Well, where were they when we, the American people, needed them? Where were they when our president, Donald Trump, needed them? What would have happened, had every Republican senator objected to the voter fraud in Pennsylvania, Georgia, Wisconsin, Michigan, etc? Well, you’d have to wake up pretty early to catch Mitch McConnell doing that.
With all too few exceptions, Senate Republicans stayed on the sidelines, venturing out only to schnorr from their constituents. They were not there for us when we needed them. They let Democrats steal our country out from under us–because they have a lot more in common with those Swamp Democrats than they have with us, the poor trusting proles who elected them. And now they’re back to panhandling us!
Listen up, you dastards. If we can ever get back to having honest elections, we will freakin’ nuke you in the primaries. Kiss your Swamp goodbye.
Is it just us getting older, or is life really getting more complicated–more things to remember, more things to forget?
I mean, OK, sure, I hear from empty-headed liberals, “Get with it, grandpa!” Like I would even want to get with it. Their bodies may age, but their brains stay 12 years old forever.
This is an old box turtle, in the picture: you can tell by the growth rings on his shell. Instead of growth rings, we have additions to our things-to-do lists. (Ah! We just remembered to give the cat her medicine. Now we don’t have to worry about forgetting it.)
It seems, though, that there are more and more forms to fill out, more hoops to jump through–and how we ever got those things done when we were both working full-time outside the home… well, it beats me. I’m pretty sure we had no super-powers.
Is this the “when you feel old” that they used to warn you about when you were young?
Well, they didn’t stage a riot yesterday. Lucky us.
I refuse to recognize senile Joe Biden as president of anything. But I’ve learned something I hadn’t known before: No amount of evidence matters, if the courts refuse to hear it.
And every worldly institution, every law, in which we put our trust, has failed us. Turns out they were all corrupted, every one.
They stole the election and now they can run wild. God defend us.
How would you ever know he was doing it wrong?
How do you screw up being a U.S. Senator? Can it even be done?
We can’t all be senators, oil sheiks, or diversity consultants. So if you ever have a chance to grab one of these incredibly easy jobs, go for it! You’ll enjoy the total lack of responsibility, and the utter absence of any pressure to produce.
I wonder if I ought to post Christmas carols now and then throughout the year.
This is an instrumental piece by Quadriga Consort, Sing We Now of Christmas, French and English traditional.
Christ must conquer.
