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.
Do you like French bulldogs? They’ve got a lot of personality, don’t they?
I hope nobody here mistakes chameleons for French bulldogs. If you do have a lot of trouble telling the difference, there are any number of college courses that can set you straight.
Those last two nooze posts left me spiritually wounded. And then, I don’t know how, I was seized by a desire to hear this: When the Saints Go Marching In, featuring the unforgettable Louis Armstrong.
It reminded me that there are saints out there, and plenty of them, and an all-mighty, all-loving, all-righteous God whose word will not return to Him void.
As Abram came to realize, the Judge of all the earth will do right. And all His saints will rejoice in Him.
Somewhere in the dark, wicked evil persons are looking at America’s children and saying, “If the abortionist doesn’t get ’em, the transgender movement will; and if that doesn’t get ’em, and make ’em sterile, LGBTQ will.” The objective is the extinction of the human race (“All them that hate me love death,” Proverbs 8:36).
Okay, it’s a parable. But how else can we explain what’s being done to us?
State Farm, the insurance company, has announced a plan to distribute “LGBTQ-themed books to teachers, community centers, and libraries” explicitly targeting children “Age 5+” (https://freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/4065606/posts). In other words, as young as kindergarten.
So all the sexual behavior that the Bible–and most of humanity, for thousands of years–considers wrong and sinful… is now not only to be tolerated, but actively promoted by major corporations. Wrong is now right. Isaiah warned us, didn’t he? “Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil” (Isaiah 5:20) What is that but a reverse morality?
Oh, Lord, I’m tired of writing about such things! Who but you can put a stop to it?
If we do everything that leftids say we ought to do–abortion, “sex-change therapy,” and homosexuality–our whole species will die out.
What? They wanted soldiers and MPs deployed to cow parents who don’t like Critical Race Theory being “taught” to children in the public schools–which they pay for?
Apparently so.
One of the drafts said, “We ask that the Army National Guard and its Military Police be deployed to certain school districts and related events where students and school personnel have been subjected to acts and threats of violence.”
Whoa! Where did these “acts and threats of violence” occur? We haven’t been told that, have we? Just take their word for it! Honk if you’re willing to do that.
They also try to deny that they “teach” Critical Race Theory–which they do by changing its name to “Equity Education” or some such bilge as that. Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Why spy on parents? Because the letter accused parents of “threatening” school board members.
How did they “threaten” board members? Mostly, it seems, by speaking out against wildly unpopular and outrageous school board policies: most notably, continued use of face masks, reluctance to open closed schools… and the “teaching” of Critical Race Theory (“All white people are racists”), transgender propaganda, and “queer” studies.
So the NSBA asked the federal government to have parents who didn’t like their policies branded domestic terrorists. And the so-called Justice Dept. was swift to cooperate.
This news did not endear school boards to the communities they supposedly represent. After the story got out, 27 state school board associations seceded from the NSBA.
Now they’re blaming the infamous “Letter” on an interim CEO and saying only a very few of the NSBA’s board of directors knew about it. A new CEO disavowed the whole episode: “The NSBA does not seek or advocate for federal law enforcement intervention at local school board meetings.”
Yeah! It was all that interim guy’s fault! Honest, we didn’t know what he was up to.
G’day! Byron the Quokka here, announcing the latest release from Acme False Facts Inc.–the Deluxe False Facts Summer Set for 2022! If you order now, before the first day of summer, you’ll get $85 taken off your shipping and handling. And you’ll also have time to memorize some of your favorite false facts, to be trotted out on the beach to an awed and admiring crowd.
Here’s a wee selection of items on the menu, just to turn you on. All facts guaranteed 100% false!
*Elmer Fudd was a real person; in fact, he was a U.S. Senator named Frank Feezle, best known for saying, “Mistah Vice Pwesident, thea’s something vewy scwewy going on awound hea!”
*Cave paintings found near Shoatsburgh, Pennsylvania, radiocarbon-dated to 2000 B.C. depict all the major characters from the “Archie” comic strip. Scientists admit they’re puzzled.
*The largest goldfish ever caught on rod and reel (by Mrs. Bertha Fandango, 1911) was really only 7 inches long; but it looked much bigger from certain angles. The entry in the record book has been slightly modified.
*World Chess Champion Boris Slitely used to practice by pushing chessmen off a shelf and watching them bounce on the floor. Then he would jump off his chair and bat the fallen chessmen around the floor until they disappeared under the furniture.
*In 1584 Sultan Abdel-el-Kukri Rogers ordered all Turkish Navy personnel to call each other by pet names. He was overthrown by Osman “Fido” McQuillan, who much later on in life became a TV talk show host.
Remember–stand tall, throw out your chest, look ’em in the eye, and recite a false fact. You’ll be amazed how it moves people to stand in awe of you. You might even have a future in politics!
Art has been in trouble for a very long time. Oh, you can still find gifted artists. But all the headlines seem to go to the crapola-meisters. And most of the money, too. I knew a high school art teacher whose art was positively gorgeous–and original, too. She was lucky to have the job she had. No way any of her work was going to make it into a museum.
All right, so he fell in love with a coconut. Is that so terrible? And he got music by Mozart to go with it. I can admit that as a single man in my early twenties, I would’ve been better off dating coconuts.