Mixing Sports and Politics

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The NBA hates you and your country.

(Thanks to Susan for the nooze tip.)

When you mix science and politics, you get politics.

But when you mix professional sports and politics, you get… broke. Get woke, get broke–it’s a lesson. And the National Basketball Assn. is learning it, big-time: they have suffered drastic losses in their TV ratings (https://www.waynedupree.com/2021/04/nba-lebron-james-woke-blm/?utm_source=home-featured).

Dig these stats. On ABC, NBA games’ ratings are down 45% from 2011-12.

TNT, down 40%. ESPN, down 20%. And the final game of last year’s NBA championship series… down 70%.

So the NBA commissioner is scurrying around like mad, trying to jettison the (Only) Black Lives Matter propaganda. Well, BLM was very popular until the whole world discovered they’re just a bunch of fabulously wealthy Marxists who hate everybody. Let’s hope he’s too late.

Because our pro sports leagues–the NBA, the National Football League, and that monstrosity, “Major League Baseball”–have shouted it from the housetops that they hate and despise us and our country, us and everything we hold dear: and they are unworthy of our loyalty. They deserve to fail. They deserve to go out of business. That anyone at all still watches those games shows a want of self-respect.

When you think of the money–and the love, absolute love–showered on these ingrates by the American people–well, I don’t know about you, but it makes me sick.

But what does the NBA care? They’ve got a sweetheart deal with China! All they have to do is to do the Chinese Communist Party’s bidding, and they’ll make some money.

Flat-out disgusting.

To Hymn or Not to Hymn?

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For once I have a passel of hymn requests. I keep wavering back and forth, back and forth: should I post them all today, or hold some till tomorrow? What would my readers prefer?

It’s Monday, so I suppose I really ought to write up some nooze. Not that it’ll do any good, but we do want to know what we’re up against. Meanwhile, my viewer numbers are where they were back in 2016–most discouraging: but it suggests there’s not much I can do to hurt them.

Hmm…. How about one more hymn, and still keep the others for tomorrow and the next day? I mean, well, I can always change my mind if halfway through the day, the demand for more hymns reaches a crescendo.

Well, let’s go see what’s cooking in the nooze.

By Request, ‘How Great Thou Art’

Requested by Phoebe, How Great Thou Art, performed by Alan Jackson.

This brings back memories! My mother used to sing this hymn as she did housework. So did my grandma. How I miss them…

‘Oops! “Nebraska Man” Was a Pig’ (2018)

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Stop the presses!

Beware, beware, beware of Settled Science doled out to you by Experts! Like this, for instance: “Nebraska Man.”

Oops! ‘Nebraska Man’ Was a Pig

The top men in the field lent their names to this embarrassment. And today we’ve got yard signs (liberals’ yard signs) proclaiming “Science Is Real!” By which they mean Climbit Change. Uh-huh. Just like Nebraska Man was real. The top experts said so.

These top experts at least didn’t lie and use political chicanery to protect the lie.

Ours do.

‘Master, the Tempest is Raging’

This is the hymn I promised you from the Voice of Eden–Master, the Tempest is Raging. For the Bible story behind the hymn, see Mark 4: 25-31 (“even the sea obeys Him!”).

And we have more hymns today, so don’t go away.

A Cat’s Voyage of Self-Discovery

How old were you when you first discovered you had… ears? Was it a shock? A thrill?

Here is a cat at the moment of discovery. “What the heck are those pointy things up here? Do they come off?”

Louis XIII was never entirely convinced that he had ears.

Constable Chumley Quells a Riot (‘Oy, Rodney’)

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At the close of Chapter CDXIV of Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney, Lady Margo Cargo’s upholstered wooden leg, accidentally thrown onto the roller derby rink, has turned the skating match into pure chaos as the visiting Ulan Bator Lake Smelts, with several of their star players critically injured by the errant wooden leg, and with Lady Margo herself trying to crawl across the rink to retrieve it, storm the rails to take vengeance on all of Scurveyshire.

“And they say I can’t write a coherent sentence!” interjects Ms. Crepuscular.

Powerless to stop the violence, Lord Jeremy Crepuscular pleads with Constable Chumley. “Do something, man! Do something before they destroy the whole town!”

“Frith my linkle vostry, m’lord,” calmly replies the constable. To Lord Jeremy’s appalled amazement, the constable takes a red yo-yo from his pocket and begins to play with it. “Ye gods, the man is mad!” cries Lord Jeremy.

But the results fully justify the constable’s prompt, decisive action.

“At this point in world history”–she’s interjecting again: I don’t know how to stop her–“the yo-yo was unknown in Mongolia. Marco Polo presented one to Kubla Khan, but the khan’s successors lost it in a poker game with a traveling Manchu card sharp, and by now there is no one in Ulan Bator who has ever seen or even imagined one.”

The Lake Smelts instantly lose the impulse to riot, and they gather around Constable Chumley in frozen fascination. The effect is supernumary! Lady Margo is even able to recover her upholstered wooden leg while all the skaters, entranced in pure wonder, watch the yo-yo bob up and down.

“‘Tis all yon frothering with a wee braystick,” he explains. The Lake Smelts tamely follow him to the railway station and embark on the next train, with team Captain Draja Chukutaiev now the proud owner of a bright red yo-yo.

The chapter ends with the entire population of Scurveyshire trying to buy yo-yos.


‘Farther Along’

Joshua sent us this hymn performed by his brother, Jeremy–Farther Along. There are echoes of the Psalms in here: makes me think of Psalm 73 in particular. “Surely God is good to Israel… But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled, my steps had nearly slipped…” Thank you, Swanson brothers.

Let’s Hear from You!

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Hey, I’ve found a new hymn by the Voice of Eden–and I will post it today if you guys want to hear it. I’ve never heard it before, but I’m sure it’ll be great.

But I do want to know your pleasure! This blog needs waking up! King COVID has cast a spell of drowsiness over the whole world, drowsiness and forgetfulness–don’t tell me you haven’t caught yourselves forgetting to do certain errands that are important but you forgot them anyway. That phenomenon is spreading all over the earth.

We can fight it with hymns! Our King Jesus Christ is mightier than theirs.

As another hymn puts it, “Rise up, O men [and women!] of God.” And as we sometimes sang in Sunday school, with more understanding than we could have realized, “Wise up, O men of God.”

Listen to God’s Sentinels

Boy, howdy, that last post left a foul taste in my mouth!

Well, here’s a tiny watchman on the wall–a little pika chirping out a warning. These small relatives of rabbits live among the rocky slopes of mountains, and they let each other know when danger’s coming.

How often have God’s watchmen sounded the trumpet from the walls! It would have been good for us to listen.