I’m not claustrophobic, honest–although the thought crawling into one of those so-called caves that are only just wide enough to accommodate your body and one layer of clothing, that doesn’t appeal to me.
But here are cats and dogs who have claustrophilia, which is the opposite of claustrophobia… and nobody knows how to treat this.
If it spreads to people, we’re in trouble.
Last nihght “at” Collidge we al on the Stodent Soviet we sined up to be Anarchie becose “it Is” the only whay to take Down Racist No-Good Americka!!!
It whil be reely Grate “to” ware Masks and reck stuff,, i cant weiht! But the Pressadint of Collidge Anarchie Ink she tolled us frist we got “a” Lott to lern! Becose Anarchie “it has To” take Down evry thing That is Americka!!! Then we can has Open Boarders and Free Tution at alll collidges!
So the frist thing I amb lerning is How To Forje My Own Singatchure!! Man its Harder “then” it looks!!! butt Like my Prefesser he sayes, How you goingto lern To forj sum buddy Else his singriture If “yiu cant forj”” Yore Own?!? That “is” A good Poynt!!
Oncet I get that lernt i can lern Othher Things tooo like how to Mayke Molly Toff cock-tales and i can Hardly wheight to Drink one wehn I wast a Kid “my” fokes thay wuld nevver Let “me” drink No cock-tales!!!
Meenwile this hear Forjery stuph it is reel hard i jist Cant seemb “to Get” The Hang of it!! We Anarchies we knead to forj lotts of Czecks so whe Can deestroye the Bancks!! Iff i Had a Czeck Book then i culd Pracktis forjing lotts of Czecks and evin Uze my Newfound Skills to by a Car!! and paye four it whith a Forjed Czeck hahaha!!!!
Butt frist i “think”” i Wil by a reely skary Mask!
It can’t be said my mother liked lizards. Not for all the tea in China would she have handled one. And as for insects, forget about it.
Nevertheless, when I had pet anoles as a boy (inaccurately sold as “chameleons,” because they can change color), my mother went out every day with a jar and patrolled our florabunda rose hedge, catching assorted bugs–spiders, leaf-hoppers, caterpillars–to feed the lizards. This I thought was pretty cool.
The instruction book said it would be a good idea to put a piece of cut banana in the terrarium. This would attract fruit flies for the lizards to catch. So my mother did that, too. We never saw any fruit flies, but the lizards would eat the banana.
Later, when I had my iguana, she used to prepare very nice salads for him. So did my wife, and so did my next-door neighbor when we moved into our apartment. He had a personality that made nice women want to feed him.
Ma, you really were cool! And I still miss you.
If they have lizards in Heaven, and I don’t see why they wouldn’t, I’ll bet she feeds them.
Facebook stock is tanking, losing billions of dollars–and they still don’t have a clue. For instance:
Cable talk show host Alex Jones has been banned for 30 days for “violating Facebook’s Community Standards” against “bullying” (defined as physical intimidation) and “hate speech” (any speech less than supportive of liberals’ pet social re-engineering projects). We are not told what, exactly, Jones said or did that constituted these supposed violations. They don’t even bother to try to describe whatever his offenses were. “Hey, we’re Facebook, take our word for it!”
But their word isn’t good enough.
Meanwhile, rogue Congresswoman Maxine Waters is out there urging people to mob members of the government–uh, that would be physical intimidation, wouldn’t it?–if they dare appear anywhere in public. She wants people to be “out in the streets screaming… Do something. Make something happen.” What do Democrats call that–love speech?
But nobody’s banning Maxine Waters.
Personally, I’m not a member of the government, not anybody who’d be recognized in public–but I am convinced it would be virtually suicidal on my part to try to walk past any crowd being addressed by Maxine Waters.
And I don’t appreciate it.
And I will vote for anyone who promises, believably, to make it stop.
Enjoy this while you’ve got it–because take-offs on Icelandic sagas are few and far between.
https://leeduigon.com/2013/02/08/for-your-pure-enjoyment/
I studied these intently in college, as I labored to become an expert on the politics of the Viking Age. I knew this knowledge would come in handy someday!
I always love it when a reader requests one of my favorite hymns: gives me a warrant to post it again! Tammy has just joined us from Trinidad, and has requested this: Jesus Saves. I chose this lively rendition by the congregation at Temple Baptist Church in Powell, Tennessee. If the music minister gets any more into it, he’ll fall off the podium. But that won’t stop him singing.
Here’s one Erlene suggested for us: In the Presence of Jehovah, by Terry MacAlmon (on tour in the Netherlands, I think). Thank you, Erlene.
Yeah, I’m in the mood for bunnies. Let’s bunny up.
I’ll always remember the night three or four baby cottontails chased in other around and around in circles–with me at the center of the circle. Kind of an honor, really. I suspect they thought I was a tree. I have that effect on some people.
So I had to go to the bank today and set up Aunt Joan’s estate account. Nobody’s getting anything, the government will get it all, but the paperwork never ends. Like, never.
I didn’t understand half of what the guy was telling me, and when he got around to telling me that because I’m only a mere nephew, and not a son, they can only release half of the money, or whatever, I’m afraid I blew my stack. “What are you talking about? [expletives deleted] I mean, there is nobody else, there’s only me–everybody else is [bleep] dead!”
My wife was most upset that I didn’t get the business done as well as it could have been. *sigh* So I went outside to smoke a cigar, and discovered that there was a baby cardinal in the garden, with the mother and father flying all around and all in a tizzy because the baby should’ve been in the nest, and there was nothing I could do to help them. We just checked again, and found all three cardinals gone. I hope that means they got the little guy to fly. He must have done at least a little flying, to wind up there in the first place.
My stomach is just starting to return to its proper location in my abdomen. But I can forget about writing another chapter of my novel today.
It’s already after 3:00. Time for prayers.
I read this twaddle so you don’t have to, I guess. I’m also trying to sound the alarm: socialism is a nation-wrecker and an immoral system of government, and our Democrat Party has shifted into high gear to bring us socialism.
Here’s my review of Bernie Sanders’ book, on the Chalcedon website.
https://chalcedon.edu/resources/articles/book-review-guide-to-political-revolution-by-bernie-sanders
I have nightmares about these people winning the next two elections and turning America into Venezuela North. I would rather just have nightmares about monsters and such: much less horrifying.
Please, please! When the next election comes around, get out there no matter what and vote against these people.