Duh! I loaded this video onto the mouse and then never got around to posting it. And there I sat, looking at my stats page and wondering why not even one viewer went to the cat video. (There aren’t that many cats in it, but never mind…) Yo, Mr. Genius! That’s because it isn’t there!
So, three hours late, here it is, delivered with a sigh.
Hear at Collidge us Introllecturals we lern “things” we nevver knowed “abote” Before!
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I can allreddy fiel my Intralleck groing by leeps and bownds!!!!
Watch this guy: everything he says, everything he does. He is the Democrat Party personified. He is where that party is now. Okay, he’s just a nut somewhere in Texas–or is he? Don’t them have many just like him in all the other states?
These are the people who want to rule your country.
Please don’t let them.
The lyrebird of Australia imitates all the other birds in the forest, and then some. You name it, the lyrebird does it. And if we didn’t have the video to go with it, you’d never be able to tell the lyrebird from the real thing. I wonder how many lyrebirds got parts as kookaburras in movie soundtracks.
Hi, I’m Mr. Nature… and this is God’s stuff. I’ll bet He had fun creating this one!
The question is, has this been done out of arrogance or desperation? If we knew the answer to that, we would know much.
The Texas Democratic Party, aka “Lawless ‘R’ Us,” has been urging illegal aliens and other non-citizens to vote, mailing them voter registration forms with the citizenship box already checked “yes” (https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2018/oct/18/texas-democrats-ask-noncitizens-register-vote/). Relatives of dead people have also complained to the Texas secretary of state about the mailings. Usually Democrats recruit the dead more quietly.
Gov. Greg Abbott has promised an investigation of this latest attempt by Democrats to subvert the electoral process.
Uh, wait a minute! Are these the same Democrats who’ve spent every day of the last two years trying to prove “Trump colluded with the Russians” to “steal” the 2016 election from Hillary Clinton? How come it’s okay when they cheat?
And again we ask: Do they behave so flagrantly now because they’re that confident, or that desperate?
And I’m finding it hard and disappointing to believe that there are literally millions of Americans who will vote next month to hand the country over to the party that stands for mob rule and lawlessness.
From our friend SlimJim’s blog: romantic advice… sort of
This is a light heart post.
I’ve been thinking about relationship and courtship recently given my upcoming trip would include teaching about the biblical view of courtship but I’ll be doing this in a culture where match making and arrange marriage is not unusual.
For the longest time I thought I was a matchmaker. But recently I discovered I wasn’t a matchmaker. Not by the standard in other countries where Pastors and parents really are match maker. I soon discovered I was more of what some people call a “Wingman.”
I just learned this term last month: Wingman.
What is a wingman?
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Secular types sputter uncontrollably when they see persons operating a Christian institution–in this case, a Catholic school–in accordance with Christian teachings: not just any old teachings that some mook at a seminary made up last week, but the ones found in the Bible.
Imagine that: a Catholic school not wanting a teacher who’s an unrepentant, flagrantly-practicing sinner. I mean, we’re all sinners; but most of us don’t insist it’s God who’s wrong, not us.
Nobody will mind, will they, if I post this again? In Christ Alone, by Keith and Kristyn Getty–what with the kind of news we’ve all been getting lately, I thought we could use a belt of the Good News.
My cat Henry loved hide and seek. He would hide and then jump out and grab your ankle. Our old family dog, Rags, would play hide and seek by the hour. Peep used to play it, but she has outgrown it.
All the animals in this video seem to have a good time–even the poor little dog who looks like a caterpillar.
In 1960 something new appeared on America TV: Whiplash, a western, if that’s the right word, set in Australia.
It should’ve been a hit. The star, Peter Graves, had been a success with Fury, a great kids’ show about a boy and his black stallion. Graves would go on to have a huge hit with Mission: Impossible, but at the time, Whiplash didn’t seem to do much for his career. Maybe because the British and Australian co-producers spent a fortune to film the series in Australia, but Graves insisted on filming much of it in a studio once they got there.
Much of the show was written by Gene Roddenberry, who went on to become famous for Star Trek.
You’d think the exotic locale, stories of adventure in the Outback during the Great Australian Gold Rush of the 1850s, and episodes featuring many of Australia’s most successful actors of the era, would have propelled the show to the TV hall of fame. But it only ran for two seasons, 1960-61. Critics are kinder to it now than they were then.
It even had a cool theme song. What’s not to like?
Well, I liked it! I was eleven years old, I’d been a Fury fan for years, and this show made me want to go to Australia and see the kangaroos close up.
I have yet to meet anyone else who remembers it, though.
