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.
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She made a “retraction” after strong objections by the Vatican. Please don’t think this means she’s changed her so-called mind.
Oh! And she also thinks you shouldn’t be allowed to name your baby John or Mary anymore… because those are, like, Christian names or Bible names, not INCLUSIVE.
If I were a European celebrity, I would announce that henceforth I would name all my pets John or Mary. Then I’d go out and buy an ant farm. Not being a celebrity, the following is the best I can do:
What with King COVID and Climbit Chainge bullschiff, the Far Left is running wild all over the world. God’s grace has provided them with a propensity to go too far, too fast, alienating everyone but other left-wing ninnies.
And now it’s time for the whole deranged business to be stopped. No more woke, no more hoke.
If the Europeans listen to me, they’ll all leave the EU and never, ever let any of its personnel back into government in any capacity.
A quote from Judge Terry Doughty says it all: “If human nature and history teach anything, it is that civil liberties face grave risks when governments proclaim an indefinite state of emergency.”
Carve it in stone and hang it over the door of every courthouse building!
May I suggest a Constitutional amendment forbidding the federal government from ever imposing any kind of “mandate” for any kind of reason? Like, if you can’t get it passed as a law, you’re not allowed to do it?
Governments the world over need a smackdown.
And I think that would have to start here, in America.
(Question! If these vaccines are so good and so safe, why are so many health care professionals refusing to take them? Try getting that one asked on NPR.)
I had three slowworms once; I don’t think you can get them anymore. They were about the nicest lizards you could ever meet. They had these bright little faces, grew to be really tame in next to no time, and seemed very quick to learn. Honest, they’re not a bit like snakes.
My slowworms died because of stuff in the environment. I fed them worms and slugs and bugs that I caught outside, never suspecting the ground was tainted with assorted pesticides from years back. Their appetite for pests is why they’re so welcome in English gardens.
Yes, I miss my good little slowworms. If it seems strange to talk about lizards having personality–well, no one who really knows lizards would think that.
The dinosaur pictured above, Therizenosaurus, is mostly guesswork. What they’ve got, all they’ve got to guide them, is a few scraps of broken bone, an extra-wide pelvis–live births instead of eggs?–and those extra-long, sharp claws. I haven’t read anything about live births in dinosaurs; it just struck me as an exciting idea.
Anyhow, as cool as this dinosaur is, the way scientists have reconstructed it, we really have no clear idea what it looked like.
(Please excuse the portentous title. I’ve always wanted to write one.)
Our cats get plenty of cuddling, but we are careful not to sit on them. I marvel at the patience shown by the cats in this video. They’ll put up with stuff from babies and toddlers that they’d never tolerate from us. Is it love?
We thank Comrade Xi Jinping for letting us use his favorite funny jokings for our new book, The People’s Collective Most Funny Joking Book. Everybody laughs with great uproar at all his jokings! Here is a sample of perplexing funny riddles!
Q: What did the saddle say to the horse?
A: Nothing! (Ha, ha! Very funny, yes!)
Q: Why wasn’t the cowboy hungry?
A: Because he just ate. (Ho, ho!)
Q: What is the difference between a broken leg and a ham sandwich?
A: Shut up, you racist! (Never fails to get oodles of laughings.)
Q: Why did the lawn ornament Garden Gnome go to the doctor?
A: To get his COVID shot, it is Mandate! (Hee-hee-hee!)
See many more funny jokings in our book, The People’s Collective Most Funny Jokings Book! If you would like to give it to your friends as a most amusing present for a holiday, just send $400.95 (plus $75.49 shipping and handling) to President Comrade Jobydin!
A grown man escaped a few days earlier. He has not yet been recaptured.
The teens climbed over the fence when no one was looking. So did the man, but he’d arranged for a getaway car.
Camp authorities darkly hint of “consequences.” I wonder if they have a “cooler.” Or do they just shoot you?
When are they going to start tunneling? Will they need fake passports? Civilian clothes made from prison–er, “camp”–blankets and throw rugs? When are the “authorities” going to add dogs, watchtowers, and searchlight?.
And you will never believe what they’re calling this place! “The Centre of National Resilience”. God save us.
We thought it was bad here in America. And by comparison with just three years ago, it is. But holy cow, Australia! You don’t want to be there. They’re killing freedom with a sledge hammer.
I’ve been chided for being unwilling to believe that anyone could ever reach such depths of perversion. First transgenderism, then transhumanism–just a hop, skip, and jump. I mean, is this profoundly insane, or what? Become immortal by uploading your virtual self onto a computer! Your virtual self will go on and on after your body dies.
That’s like saying you live forever because you appear in someone’s home movies.
It’s easy to see the link between transgenderism and transhumanism. The one leads naturally, one might say inevitably, to the other. Both are the direct result of denying and rejecting God. Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools (Romans 1:22).
And the deferential duffer who interviews this wacked-out man who pretends to be a woman is just as big a fool: they deserve each other. Joe Pyne, come back…
But no kidding, folks–this stuff has to stop. And I believe God put us on this earth, here and now, to stop it. Please, Lord, show us how! ‘Cause we haven’t figured it out yet.