Once upon a time the Romans held their regular elections with the army of their arch-enemy, Hannibal, camped out practically on their doorstep.
But not us. We have a coronavirus crisis. So Democrats are feverishly pushing a scheme to conduct our 2020 presidential elections with… mail-in ballots.
But according to a 2012 Pew Research Center study, there are at least 24 million “inaccurate and flawed voter registrations” (https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2020/04/07/exclusive-eric-eggers-democrat-plan-could-mail-ballots-to-24m-ineligible-voters/)–that is, people who do not exist and people who do exist but are not eligible to vote. In fact, we still have many counties with more registered “voters” than residents.
All of these phony voters will get mail-in ballots.
Can you say “Open wide the door to voter fraud”? If you can’t, you’d better learn how.
Democrats have proved by both their actions and their words that they will do just about anything, short of armed insurrection, to get back into power. And if they ever do–watch out.
That must never be permitted to happen. Never again.
Oh! But the Pew study’s eight years old!
And what has been done to clean up the voter rolls since then?
Someday the virus crisis will be over. Let’s take care that America’s days as a free republic don’t pass into history with it.
Susan saw an ad for this brand-new Dreamworks movie, Trolls World Tour, and just had to tell me about it. So I watched this trailer. Zacherly always said the trailers weren’t as painful as the movies.
This appears to be a ham-fisted preachy story of Diversity as an end in itself, “different is better,” and somehow they left out a Drag Queen Story Hour. The trolls have six different kinds of music for six different kinds of trolls–that doesn’t really sound all that diverse, does it?–and the bad-guy Rock Troll says “I’m gonna destroy all music except for rock” so the good-guy Trolls have to stop this from happening and I think I’m going to be sick.
And it’s all this cheesy animated stuff, no live actors on the screen, celebrity voice-overs, and I’m sure it makes kids dumber when they see it. Most of the stuff in our pop culture makes you dumber.
Why do we keep making movies like this? Can’t you just read your children Freddy Goes to Florida? Or just, like, tell them a story that you make up as you go along? Do they really have to watch these phony movies?
Yeahbut, yeahbut! You just turn on the movie and your kids are out of your hair for an hour!
My mother could have let television raise her children. I’m mighty glad she didn’t.
There is a river, the streams whereof make glad the city of God… (Psalm 46:4)
Reminded! God’s will shall indeed be done. All-righteous, all-wise, all-loving, almighty! Let his word flow like a great a nourishing river through out lives.
This morning’s hymn: Like a River Glorious, sung by the Smucker Family. Background sets by God the Father.
No, we’re not talking about another Democrat presidential candidate. Jimmy is a real turkey who shares a barnyard with a tribe of chickens; and I think there might be ducks or geese in the background who are camera-shy. This is starting to sound like a Freddy the Pig book…
Anyway, watch Jimmy take charge when a strawberry enters their lives.
What happened the last time we listened to a snake?
This is getting out of hand and starting to resemble a globalist scheme to control people.
The World Health Organization–do you trust them? really?–has run up the flagpole a new wrinkle in the fight against the Brought-to-you-by-communist-China coronavirus (https://www.breitbart.com/health/2020/04/07/coronavirus-who-official-floats-removing-the-infected-from-their-homes-to-stop-spread/). To quote the WHO’s executive director:
“Now we need to go and look in families to find those people who may be sick and remove them and isolate them in a safe and dignified manner…”
Is this where the Second Amendment comes in handy? Do we really want strangers coming into our homes and making off with members of our families? Any guarantee we’ll ever see them again? Not that you should implicitly trust any guarantee offered by any gaggle of United Nations bureaucrats.
I had my doubts about this story, but so far it does seem to be true.
To which I believe we are bound to reply: Not in America, sunshine.
Current events aside, this week features Good Friday and that’s important.
Requested by Phoebe: O Sacred Head Surrounded, sung by the choir at St. Michael’s Church in Stillwater, Minnesota.
Lyrics from the Middle Ages (author not known for certain), music by Hans Leo Hassler, harmonized by J.S. Bach.
Our seventh grade class sang this in our spring concert.
Not just flies, but spiders, too!
They must expect the Chinese Wuhan Communist Death Virus to close up shop pretty soon, ’cause it sounds like they’re getting us ready for another round of OMGwe’reallgonnadiefromClimbitChange blah-blah…
And so they’re back to trying to get us peasants to eat bugs. They’re always trying to get us to eat bugs. This time it’s the EU and its Food Safety Authority, getting all set to approve creepy-crawlies as food fit for ordinary goofy human beings who can’t make it to Davos (https://www.breitbart.com/europe/2020/04/06/eu-set-to-approve-insects-for-human-consumption/).
First I’ve got to see John Kerry or Theresa May chow down on a nice bowlful of squirming mealworms. See, I know they want us eating bugs just so they can laugh at us. Grubs and crickets and flies–that’s not for them! That’s for us. To help keep us in line. Who’s going to listen to a protest by someone who eats cucarachas?
You guys don’t know it, do you?–globalism’s dead. Your buddies the Chicoms killed it. All the tomato worm sandwiches in the world won’t bring it back. You global elites are mighty slow on the uptake!
So you can take your tent caterpillar flambe and stuff it.
This was a mighty good idea that Joshua had–to post Joy to the World… because we need it now, we need reminding that the Lord our Savior has come, has been here, has purchased our salvation– We celebrate His birth at Christmas, but Jesus Christ is Lord over all the days of the year, our shepherd and our king forever.
Sung by Fernando Ortega.