My cat Henry used to do this all the time. A moth would fly in and park on the ceiling, and Henry would climb all around the furniture, yapping at the moth. What was he saying? I’m not sure, but I think it was something like “Come down here, you coward! Think you’re tough, eh? Just wait’ll I get my paws on you!” I guess the moths understood him because they never came down.
Prefesser Ginder in the Gay Studdies Deptt she give A fantatstic Speach yeasterday and she “got us”al worked Up!! It was al abote How Gay peple and Trans peple and Muslins and peple From mexxico thay was fownding Americka but them Rushins thay hacked “it” and it Started “the” Sivvle War! I thinked i knowed al abote “the Civvle War” it was the War that “had” M*A*S*H** in it butt i didnt know it was How Wite peple it is OK to hat them thay tuck over And “that is” how Americka it got turned in-to the Evil roten cuontry that it “is” now!!! and she sayed we got to make Socile Jutstis by taring Down all them Canfedret moniumints that Wite peple thay putt “up” to keeep Slavry! and she sayed we got To “be” carfull becose the Town aruond the Collidge it is ful of Knotsies!!! there is, like,yknow, ten Thowsend Knostsies in it!!!
And than i amb sorry “to” say somme of Us we got “in” trubble becose we runned out to reck them Canfedret moniumints rihght hear On Campas and the pressadint of the Collidge he got so mad at us!! And he piked up “a ” Bull Horn and he yelled At us “Yiu stopid idjits yiu puled down The ” wrong Statchues! Wel we made a missteak and we did pulll down the Wrong ones, “yiu damfools, thoze was the Statchues of Lennon and Casstro and Marks and Magrat Sannger!!! Like “we” was So imbarasssed!!! and now we got “to” Putt them up agin! and the Collidge pressadint he yeled At Us some more becose it turns out thare Isnt no Canfedret Statchues hear On Campas!
So now we got To put Up some Canfedret Statchue jist so we Can tare it Down agin! We didnt know Who to Make it a Statchue of, like, witch Canfedret it auhght To Be but Finely we “setled” on a Statchue of some guy his name was Ritcherd Simmons or somthing Like that! and the Monny it has got to come Out Of the Stodent Playdoh Fund!
You can’t tell the nooze media from the far-out leftid activists anymore. There’s no difference.
So: the left-wing fascist group, the Southern Poverty Law Center, publishes a “hate map” classifying all conservative or pro-family groups as “hate groups,” and CNN, the commie nooze network, obligingly publishes it (https://townhall.com/columnists/toddstarnes/2017/08/18/cnn-publishes-fake-hate-list–targeting-wellknown-christian-groups-n2370342).
Everyone who’s not them is against them, is the enemy, must be put down. I shudder to think of the CNN audience lapping this up. “Hey, waddya know? Focus on the Family, the Family Research Council, Alliance Defending Freedom, Liberty Counsel–they’re all hate groups! Wow! Good thing we have George Soros to protect us!”
This is to intimidate us. That’s what the whole extravaganza–the riots, tearing down Confederate monuments, branding every little whimper of opposition “racist,” trying to destroy Donald Trump’s presidency–is about. They are demonstrating dominance. They are showing us who’s boss. They are letting us miserable little deplorables know that no matter whom we elect as president, they run the country and we had better just shut up and obey. Crikey, anyone who studies animal behavior can see what this is: a dominance display.
We are letting ourselves be dominated.
And the question that must be asked is, “Why?”
Erlene asked for this worship song by Carroll Roberson, I Know God Put ‘Em There (sorry, Erlene, I couldn’t find the other one you asked for).
If you’re new to this blog: we like to start every day with a hymn, and we take requests. So if there’s a hymn or worship song you’d like to see posted here, just let us know.
Odd that the only pet mentioned in the Bible is a little ewe lamb that a poor man raised by hand and cuddled in his bed–only to have it taken away from him by a rich man who wanted it for dinner. When King David heard about that, he ordered the execution of the rich man: only then to learn that this was a parable that Nathan was telling him to make him understand how gravely he had sinned in order to rob Uriah the Hittite of his wife, Bathsheba. (2 Samuel, Chapter 12)
We don’t think of sheep as pets, but certainly the one in this video acts like he’s somebody’s pet. I had no idea a sheep could be so merry. A pet like this would be very easy to love.
Before we entirely convince ourselves that the End Times are here, let’s consult our history.
The year I was born, the communists took over China. Crisis. Then came the Korean War, all that fuss about Berlin, and in 1956 the people of Hungary revolted against their Soviet overlords and were bloodily put down. And my home county was suddenly full of Hungarian refugees.
Remember the Cuban Missile Crisis? Almost had a nuclear war over that one. And then the Viet Nam War, a bunch of Arab-Israeli wars, and, God help us, the turmoil of the Sixties. That was bad enough over here, but even worse in France: mobs of “students” almost wrecked Paris.
El Salvador, Nicaragua, the Iran hostage crisis–and all that fun and games from one end of Africa to the other: crisis, crisis everywhere. In fact, I don’t remember a time when there wasn’t a crisis brewing somewhere, several of which exploded into war. Not to mention 9/11. And I missed living through a fearful crisis that was worse than all of the above put together–World War II. Think we have it rough now? It was much worse in 1941-42.
“And ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars… For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in diverse places…” Matthew 24:6-7
This state of the world, described by Our Lord Jesus Christ in the midst of the Pax Romana, has prevailed for centuries and we are not yet out of it. We will not be out of it until He comes again.
And what can we do but follow His instructions, and work diligently for His kingdom, remain at our assigned posts… and watch? How many times are we warned in the Bible that He will come as a thief in the night, when the world does not expect Him?
God’s patience is so much greater than ours; like Aslan, He calls all times “soon.” When the Son of Man does come again, I doubt anyone will be in a position to say “See, I told you!”
But I’m sure He understands our feeling–which I so often share–that the End Times are upon us.
How do you eliminate a genetic condition?
Kill everyone who has it!
That’s what Iceland has been doing to babies with Down’s Syndrome. After expectant mothers get a prenatal screening that’s about 85% accurate, they “avoid” a “problem” by killing any unborn baby that has Down’s Syndrome–with an abortion rate of virtually 100% (https://townhall.com/tipsheet/laurettabrown/2017/08/15/cbs-faces-backlash-for-report-that-iceland-has-virtually-eliminated-down-syndrome-with-abortion-n2368878).
The French physician who invented the screening, his widow says, went to his grave mourning that his discovery should be used this way. In France, the abortion rate for Down’s babies is about 85%.
Eugenics lives. Welcome back, Dr. Mengele.
Why are people who have Down’s Syndrome worthy of being killed? They can talk to us, hold jobs, and love us–in which respects they are far superior to many a college graduate. What do they do to deserve a death penalty imposed in the womb? And just think what the scandal would be, if 15 percent of criminals executed turned out not to be guilty, after all.
God’s judgment will fall heavily on those who make war against the helpless. These babies have a powerful defender, and His justice will not wait forever.
But how many times do we have to say, there’s no one more anti-human than a humanist? O brave new world, that hath such monsters in it!
Remember, O Lord our God: these things are done against our will, without our consent, and over our objections.
Okay, we’re back from the vet and I want to thank all of you who’ve prayed for Robbie, and thank the Lord Our God for hearing our prayers, and granting them.
The doctor was surprised by how much better Robbie has gotten in a month. Last month she was a poor little bag of bones, 10.25 pounds. Today she weighed in at 11.50 and just looks so much better! The treatment she’s getting has been working, and will continue for some time longer.
Again, everybody, thanks.
Almost forgot to do this, I’m rushing so hard to get ready to go to the vet. Anyhow, here it is for this week…