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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.

Memory Lane: A Hot Summer Day

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When you’re ten years old and school is out on summer vacation, it doesn’t matter how hot the day is–you’re going for the gusto. At least, that’s how it used to be.

If it’s really, really hot, you play in the water. In our neighborhood, on the edge of the woods, was a little seasonal pond with a clean shale bottom. We sat in the water, or waded in it, splashing around with our toys. If you were a little older, the high school football field next door usually had its sprinkler system going, and we played around in that.

A hundred degrees? What did we care! We could squirt each other with garden hoses, or sit in rubber wading pools. And when I was twelve, I made sure I got the afternoon newspaper first so I could look at all the baseball box scores and see how Willie Mays did in the night game. I remember sitting on the lawn with the paper open to the sports page and my little iguana, very far from being a big iguana yet, perched on my shoulder.

So we rode our bikes and pitched horseshoes until we got hot, and then soaked down in the pond, the sprinklers, a pool, or in the front yard with the hose.

You never see that anymore. And that’s a pity, because it was good. I’m sorry kids miss out, these days, on times like that.

Another Crass Commercial Message (from Me)

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By now, I think, most of the regular visitors to my blog have already bought my books. But I live in hope that every day brings visitors who’ve never been here before and haven’t heard of my books.

Well, it’s easy to find out all about them. Just click “Books” at the top of the page, and you’ll see covers, descriptions, and sample chapters of all nine in the series–with No. 10, The Silver Trumpet, currently being made ready for publication.

Sorry for the commercial, but I do have to do this now and then.

‘Universal Basic Income’–Another Ridiculously Bad Idea

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Why is is that the big shots in the tech world are such hopeless dunderheads outside of their own narrow field? And why in the world does anybody listen to them?

The Facebook wallah last week gave the commencement speech at the Harvard Dolt Factory, and advocated “universal basic income” (–that is, the government gives you a paycheck whether you’re working or not.

Oh, we just gotta do it! After all, robotics and Artificial (ahem!) Intelligence and self-driving cars are going to make us poor dumb humans obsolete and cause the loss of “tens of millions of jobs.” Therefore we all need checks from the government. And please don’t be so stupid as not to know how the government will raise the money for those checks.

And also we gotta Save The Planet from Climbit Change, even though it’s a big fat hoax.

At the risk of sounding simple-minded, where does it say we have to go whole-hog for robotics and Artificial Intelligence and put all these people out of work? Have we suddenly lost our free will? Just because we can do something, does that mean we must do it? Man, that’s way too Jurassic Park for me!

I know the world’s  big brains and bigger mouths all think you can abuse the culture all you like and nothing bad will happen. That’s why none of them have even for a moment considered that doling out a “universal basic income” might have disastrous effects upon the character of a nation.

How hard do you want to keep working so the jidrool next door can sit home and play video games all day?

How hard will anybody try to excel, when it will always be possible to live in reasonably comfortable circumstances without lifting a finger?

Did I mention the speaker also proposed to “modernize democracy so that everyone can vote on-line”? Another great idea. Bet he’s got a million of ’em.

Oh, well. Why even have free will, if we’re not going to use it?

Do you see where this is going?

Feminists: Air Conditioning ‘a Sexist Plot’

Source: Feminists: Air Conditioning ‘a Sexist Plot’

By Request: ‘Sometimes Alleluia’

Linda asked for this one: Sometimes Alleluia, by Chuck Girard.

For those of you who are new to this site, we take hymn requests every day. If you have a favorite hymn or worship song you’d like to see posted here, don’t be  bashful–leave a comment and let us know.

Nora the Piano Cat… Plus Orchestra

Would you believe it? They composed a musical piece just for this cat. But it is, after all, Nora the famous piano-playing cat. How famous? Well, my wife has a Nora coffee mug. There are no coffee mugs with me on them.

Cats can be quite musical. My cat Buster used to derive endless pleasure from twanging the rubber band that kept my package of Archway cookies closed. That sound coming from the kitchen really mystified us, until we caught him in the act.

Spiritual Refreshment

I think we could all do with some spiritual refreshment today, and Linda has suggested this: Lay Your Burden Down, by Chuck Girard. Thanks, Linda, and I’ll get to your other hymn request tomorrow morning.

More Culture Rot

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I heard a truly disgusting ad on the radio today for yet another “male enhancement product.” Only this one was for “instant male enhancement,” as opposed to those others that take so long. And, we are told, it will really please your “pratner.” Sorry: supposed to be “partner.” Any sex, any species, doesn’t matter which.

What I want to call this, I can’t call it on a Christian blog. Feel free to use your imaginations.

The clincher: you are to consume this product “proudly.” Yes, taking a pill to get a [censored] is going to make you “proud.” Your pratner will be proud of you, too.

Does anyone even know what that word means anymore–“proud”? I mean, people are “proud” now of things they ought to be mortally ashamed of. I dread to conjecture what they would think “shame” is. Maybe they don’t know the word. Or maybe they apply it to things a normal decent person would be proud of… or just take for granted. Maybe you’re supposed to be ashamed if you don’t have a pratner and don’t take a [censored] pill to please… whatever.

I’m ashamed of what has become of my country in this age.

Come  back soon, Lord Jesus. Come back soon! And give us the strength to hang on until you do.

A Big ‘Uh-Oh’ for Women’s Sports

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“I enjoy being a girl…”

Everything leftids believe is based on some kind of delusion. The government creates wealth. You can raise the minimum wage to $15 an hour with no adverse effect on business.

And of course, if you say you’re a girl, that makes you a girl. Whatever you say you are, you are. And only a Biggit says otherwise.

And so, at Cromwell High School in Connecticut, a 15-year-old boy with a mustache has gone out for girls’ track–because the Connecticut Interscholastic Athletic Conference says you are whatever you say you are–and has already come in first in a girls’ track meet ( Ain’t that grand? And because he’s a freshman, he can look forward to four full years of filling his shelf with girls’ track trophies. Well, at least until bigger and stronger boys with full beards say they’re girls, too, and knock him out of the catbird seat.

The girl who trained so hard to come in second in the meet, and win nothing, said, “I can’t really say what I want to say…” Yer darn tootin’ you can’t! The Human Rights Commission might be listening. You know what they do to those who utter hat speach.

Hey! what happens when it’s time to give out girls’ athletic scholarships? Can boys scarf those up, too?

And what happens when the workplace catches on, and men start declaring themselves women so they can get raises and promotions that would otherwise go to…ahem!…real women?

You can’t follow crazy thoughts and not end up in crazy places.

Look at My Competition

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