Busted! For Cultural Appropriation

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Some 150 people in Medicine Hat, Alberta–including 22 members of a high school orchestra–were arrested last night on charges of cultural appropriation, under a new “protocol” adopted by the Justin Trudeau regime.

“Beethoven was German,” explained Elliot Mess, captain of the city police Bias Response Team, “and that makes his music German. Those people we arrested, they weren’t Germans. None of them. That makes them guilty of cultural appropriation. The fact that it was only a high school band concert is immaterial.”

“I didn’t know it was against the new law for us to play Beethoven’s music!” said 16-year-old violinist Liu Chia-Hui. “I love Beethoven! We all love Beethoven! His music belongs to all the world!”

“Wait’ll he tries to sell that line in sensitivity training,” said Mess. “He’ll wish his father never met his mother.

“Cultural appropriation is a form of hate. If you are not German, listening to German music, or performing it, is an act of anti-German aggression. It’s taking something that does not belong to you. That little smart-aleck Liu should’ve stuck to playing Chinese music–and on Chinese musical instruments only!”

Music teacher and band conductor Deirdre O’Connor, also arrested, “is in for a really hard time,” Mess said. “We’re not going to go easy on the ringleader!”

“We won’t stop,” he added, “until all of Canada is 100 percent hate-free! And there’ll be no more cultural appropriation.”

Byron and His Mom

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Lee is outside writing The Wind from Heaven, his new book, and he said I could post one more picture here–but just one, he doesn’t want the whole family album.

This is me and my mom. Her name is Francesca. That used to be Robbie the cat’s name, but she didn’t want it so my mom took it. I am supposed to be learning how to run this blog when Lee’s not here. My mom says she always wanted me to be a blogger. A lot of quokkas have blogs, but not many people know that. You’d be surprised how many famous blogs are really quokka blogs.

I guess I will take a break now and see if there are any french fries available.

Senator: Congress Shouldn’t Fund Colleges That Suppress Free Speech

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Uh-huh… And everyone who’s not you is a “bigot,” and everything they think and say is “hate.” Right.

Senator Ted Cruz told Campus Reform recently that Congress should stop funding colleges and looniversities where free speech is not allowed (https://www.campusreform.org/?ID=12256). This comes following an executive order by President Donald Trump to stop granting federal research funds to colleges where the First Amendment is ignored.

“Congress should not fund colleges that do not support free speech,” Cruz said. “We’re not going to fund discrimination.” Colleges and universities commonly discriminate against anyone who doesn’t subscribe to the Far Left Crazy point of view.

We’ll see if Sen. Cruz goes so far as to introduce a bill to cut the funding–not that it’d get anywhere in the House, where neo-Stalinist Democrats are the majority. But maybe we, the voters, can pitch them out of the House in 2020 and the bill might stand a chance.

Otherwise we just continue with “higher education” as propaganda for the Left–and really expensive propaganda, at that.

Nevertheless, some small progress has been made. The president’s executive order is a reality. And two years ago no one in either house of Congress was saying what Cruz is saying now.

We should not be made to pay for the poison that our colleges are pouring down America’s throat.

‘Agatha Christie’s Deprived Childhood’ (2013)

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Agatha Christie at the age of five

It’s hard to imagine the horror of a childhood without gender-coaching, video games, or public schooling–but that’s what poor Agatha Christie had to overcome.

Agatha Christie’s Deprived Childhood

This is what happens in a country where the teachers’ unions don’t bankroll a major political party. Kids like little Agatha slip through the cracks. They wind up spending altogether too much time with their parents and knowing hardly anything about the joys of socialism.

Really, it’s just too dreadful–!

By Request: Byron’s Baby Picture

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While I grow older and vegetate in the doctor’s waiting room this morning, we have a request from “Unknowable” for Byron the Quokka’s baby picture. Always happy to oblige, so here it is.

There is, of course, a whole family album to trot out; but Byron eschews celebrity status. I am not sure he knows what “eschews” means. The last time I used that word, he said “Gesundheit.”

‘I Know That My Redeemer Lives’

We are all sinners and we all need redemption. God knows this, and has provided it–in the person of His Son, Jesus Christ.

Sung by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band, written by Charles Wesley–I Know That My Redeemer Lives.

Cats in Pursuit of Their Tales

See, this is one of those things that make people think that maybe cats are not all there. Why do they chase their tails? But then how are we, tail-less bipeds that we are, to judge? When all we’ve got is that poor little coccyx that nobody ever sees unless something has gone terribly wrong. Then it’s ineluctable.

I’d better stop here before I turn into Casey Stengel.

Thank You, Byron

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I didn’t know he knew this, but Byron the Quokka has reminded me that the original Brexit referendum was held in 2016, and three years have gone by with the the government just spinning its wheels.

Theresa May became prime minister in 2017 and promised to carry out the wishes of the people and expedite Britain’s departure from the European Union. So much for government promises.

“You should’ve put that in your post,” says Byron.

“Don’t get a swelled head,” I reply. “I’ll turn you over to readers who think you’re boopable.”

Brexit Do-Over Coming?

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I think she heard that.

It’s hard for an American to make much sense of British politics; but for what it’s worth, Prime Minister Theresa May has resigned, effective June 7, they’re gonna need a new one, they still haven’t figured out exactly how they’re supposed to secede from the European Union–and assorted UK politicians are clamoring for a “second referendum” on leaving the E.U. (https://www.breitbart.com/europe/2019/05/28/labour-diane-abbott-calls-second-referendum/)

They didn’t like the way the first one turned out.

Meanwhile, in the E.U. elections just concluded, the “Brexit Party” won big in Britain. Any  indication that the government is serious about a do-over is sure to raise hell. The Labour Party of course wants one, but we are told that there’s a major conflict over that within Labour’s ranks.

You think we have trouble with just two political parties. The Brits have a whole raft of them.

The problem is that when they held the first referendum, “Remain” was supposed to win–sort of like Hillary Clinton was supposed to win here, in 2016–so the globalists never bothered to draw up a workable plan to carry out the people’s wishes if they voted to leave the E.U. But they did. And one wonders whether the government ever had any intention of abiding by the result of the referendum. Globalists don’t much care for referendums that don’t go their way.

In fact, throughout Europe, the globalists fared very badly in the elections, with patriotic national parties regaining lost ground–enough so that the Red Pope is calling everybody racists and biggits for wanting to preserve their own countries. How would he fare, do you think, if they held a referendum on his papacy?

There is only one Person who has the right to govern the world, and that is Jesus Christ. Until He sets His throne upon the earth, God has given us nations as a protection against any power-mad cabal that seeks to dominate the whole shebang. A world government would be a global tyranny.

Ghaaa! (Frustration)

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I don’t have a piano, otherwise I’d be chewing the keys.

I wanted to go outside and work on my brand-new book today, The Wind from Heaven–and it’s raining. Like, it’s always raining. So instead I tackled my Newswithviews column, hoping the rain would stop by the time I finished it: but I have, and it hasn’t.

Why not just put the computer out of the way and write indoors?

Because I can’t write fiction indoors. Haven’t done it for ten years, at least. The phone rings, this happens half a dozen times a day, and it’s either nobody at all or else a fatzing robot pretending to be human and trying to get money out of me. I just can’t do that kind of writing indoors anymore. I need the trees and the sky.

Well, find some other tasks to do…