Who’s the boss of the barnyard? The cat? The rooster? The dog? Well, it turns out it’s the duck. Who would’ve thought it?
A few of the ducks in this video I suspect of being geese, and we know how tough geese are, so they shouldn’t count. Besides… these ducks don’t need any help.
I’ve just been informed that today is the eighth anniversary of this blog. Let’s eat a jack-o’-lantern, to celebrate.
We’re solid with the hymns and prayer requests, I report as much of the nooze as I can stand, and we’ve got critter videos–plus regular features like Mr. Nature, Joe Collidge, Memory Lane, and Oy, Rodney. Tryin’ to provide something for everyone, I guess.
Funny, it doesn’t seem like eight years. No way.
One of these days, maybe, I’ll be able to figure out if I’m doing it right or doing it wrong.
Violet Crepuscular, celebrated author of the epic romance, Oy, Rodney, has another book out which I urge you to avoid. It is unworthy of her.
In Nazrat of the Moles, the infant son of an English lord and lady, orphaned when his parents are attacked and eaten by hedgehogs, is adopted by a family of moles and taught how to live underground. That means no one ever sees him. And he makes quite a mess of the neighborhood’s lawns.
Nazrat has many of adventures as he pursues earthworms and beetle grubs, runs into a lot of stubborn tree-roots, and eventually rises to become chief of the moles.
His idyllic existence is disrupted when a party of homeless Swedish nobles gets lost in the suburban subdivision in which he lives. As he tries to protect them from the hedgehogs, Nazrat falls in love with the Swedish mole-ology professor’s daughter, Janie. I am not convinced there is such a word as mole-ology.
Nazrat teaches Janie how to burrow, and she joins him in his underground life. Now no one sees her anymore, either.
Really, Violet–how could you?
I have no desire to run a picture of that stupid ad. Here are some zebras instead.
Are these people quite all there?
Democrats have floated ads featuring ten naked women, including a mentally ill man who says he’s a woman, thinking this will get regular people to vote for them next week ( and of course the %$#$@# link doesn’t work–find the story on Breitbart.com–none of this dadburned technology works today). Try again: (https://legalinsurrection.com/2018/11/strip-to-win-dem-women-get-naked-to-get-out-the-vote/).
All Cherished Minorities are represented.
One of these, er, women looks like Elisha Cook Jr.
This display of naked women is supposed to be in support of #MeToo, which claims to be opposed to the objectification of women. Coulda fooled me. It’s also supposed to rally normal people around “transgender rights” and “reproductive rights” (in English, “abortion”).
How is this supposed to inspire Democrat votes? I don’t get it. Am I missing something that’s obvious to everybody else?
These are not normal people and they must never be allowed to take power in our country ever again.
Put them out of business on Election Day.
[Editor’s Note: I have had to delete the picture because there were problems with it. I’ve asked Kirk to send it to me again. Maybe then it’ll work.]
This is Kirk DouPonce’s rough sketch for the cover of Bell Mountain No. 11, The Temptation. That’s Lord Chutt up there. I envisioned him as British actor John Nettles, who used to star in “Midsomer Murders”–but of course I couldn’t say a thing like that in the text, and I think Kirk came pretty close to the real Lord Chutt.
So here it is, something with which to rinse the nooze from our minds. Obann has its share of problems, but at least they’re not our problems.
SHOUTOUT; Can anybody see this picture?
“Journalists” in America don’t even try to imitate journalists anymore. Any old swill is good enough for them, as long as it’s Democrat swill.
Yesterday the New York Times–if you used it to line the bottom of your bird cage, your bird would get sick–proclaimed that President Trump is [trumpet fanfare] “losing the suburbs” , where people are just super-turned off by his use of [raspberry, please] “divisive language.
Hmm… let’s see… divisive language… Ah, here it is! “Basket of deplorables”–Hillary Clinton describing normal Americans who didn’t want to vote for her. “Dregs of society”–Crazy Joe Biden describing normal Americans who won’t “celebrate” homosexual parodies of marriage. “Get in their faces!”–Maxine Waters urging Democrats to assault Republicans in public places.
Not to mention the minute-by-minute booming Democrat tom-tom denouncing everyone but themselves as racist-hater-biggit-transphobe-nationalist-nazi-etc. The least little divergence from total abject obedience to their whole insane agenda brings down a torrent of abuse.
Donald Trump would have to rev it up about a hundred gears higher to come even close to what Democrats do with divisive language. You’d swear they had a patent on it. Hillary again: Can’t be no more civility until Democrats are back in power.
Election Day 2018 is next week.
If you’re even thinking of voting for a Democrat, any Democrat, or tossing away your vote on some third-party joke candidate and thereby helping a Democrat win–well, stop thinking of it, confront yourself in the mirror and confess your shame, and then on Tuesday go out and do the right thing–vote straight-down-the-line Republican.
Not that Republicans are plaster saints: far from it. But the job immediately at hand is to put the Democrat Party out of business. And then it’ll be time to see to the Republicans–a lot of RINOs need to be dragged kicking and screaming out of office.
A lot of what’s wrong with America is the fault of our so-called public education system.
I wrote this as a satire just three years ago. It doesn’t seem like such a satire now.
https://leeduigon.com/2015/10/04/welcome-to-caitlin-middle-school/
They literally teach our children disrespect for truth.
And Christian parents send their children there.
This was always a Sunday school favorite: Trust and Obey. I wish I knew who’s singing it in this video by S.E. Samonte, but that information isn’t given. Oh, well. It’s beautiful, whoever they are.
It isn’t everybody who has a cockatoo that wipes down the counter top. And who knew horses go ga-ga for giant beach balls? There are quite a few surprises in this little video.
I have also heard of a salamander that recites Shakespeare, but doesn’t do it very well.
[Editor’s Note: WordPress has torpedoed me again! If you see this post appear twice instead of once, it’s not my fault.]
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