Democrat Theology: The Government Is God

This is from an official Democrat video played at the opening of the Democrat convention. Pay close attention to these words:

“Government is the only thing we all belong to.”

We all belong to the government. Think slaves–untold thousands of them hauling bloody great rocks in the sun to build a pyramid, while their overseers whip their backs raw and Pharaoh watches from a shady nook. We all belong to the government.

Meanwhile, outside, street vendors sold posters of our incumbent “president” praying under a headline that said, “Prophecy Fulfilled.” They were also selling an Obama calendar which includes a picture of “the One” under a famous Bible verse about Jesus, John 3:16–“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son…” Other pictures in the calendar identified “the One” as the Good Shepherd.

I think the thing I hate most about Democrats is their penchant for blasphemy.  But really it’s only the working out of their theology.

These odious people worship the state. We all belong to the government. But if the state is God, then what is the leader of the state?

Dems, we already have the Messiah. He is Jesus Christ. It is not some nasty little communist pipsqueak from Chicago.

Whatever prophecies that little slimeball is fulfilling probably come from Revelation. If it walks like the Antichrist, talks like the Antichrist, and smells like the Antichrist…

America’s Last Chance

I guess, as a citizen, I ought to say something about the upcoming presidential election.

To put it as simply as possible: if Obama wins, America loses. That’s all. There will still be a “United States of America” on the map, but it won’t be America.

Any action but a vote for Romney is, for all practical purposes, a vote for Obama. A vote for Obamacare. A vote for abortion. A vote for redefining marriage. Above all, a vote for expanding the size and the power of the federal government beyond anything we’ve ever seen.

So if you’re thinking of writing in Ron Paul, or voting for Joe Blow Libertarian, or Mickey Mouse, or not voting at all, you might as well plant an Obama sign on your front lawn.

If you don’t like Romney, fine. But the time to start in on him is after we get rid of Obama. Support the Tea Party. It’s alive, it’s vibrant, it won big in 2010. And it’ll get another shot, in 2014, to sweep a lot of statist RINOs out of Congress.

But if you want to keep living under czars, keep spending money we don’t have (but which gets sucked out of your paycheck before you even see it) on bulls**t projects that we don’t want or need, if you want to watch the country being chewed into little pieces by every little group that hates America and wants to “radically transform” it–well, then, anything but a vote for Romney is a vote for all that.

My Search for a Not That Awful Fantasy

In my continuing search for a good fantasy novel written by someone who’s still alive, I picked up City of Secrets, part of the “Stravaganza” series by Mary Hoffman.

Well, I’m still searching.

These books should be good. Should be. It was a nice creative stroke to create a fantasy world patterned after Renaissance Italy, and skew it a little because it’s in a parallel universe. Kids in our own world get access to “Talia” via magic.

Having come up with this really very promising original idea, Mary Hoffman comes up short in the execution of it. She writes down to her readers; it’s as if she thinks too much imagination is beyond their capabilities. So the action in the book is anchored in the real world of school, text messaging, homework, girlfriends, and more school. It is suffocating.

Yo, Mary–every teenager already knows what school is like. They don’t need to read about it. Show some mercy!

As seems to be usual in these books, the teenage characters’ parents are basically nonentities (if they appear at all), their siblings vaguely annoying but quite unimportant, and their age-group peers are everything. This is queer and unnatural; it is also the most enduring legacy of public education. No one really matters except your own narrow group of fellow children–and they matter more than anything. This is the single worst lesson taught by public schooling. They call this abnormal age-group segregation “socialization.”

One of the reasons people read fantasy is to escape. Lord knows we have an awful lot to escape from! Why Ms. Hoffman keeps dragging her characters back to school and peer pressure is a mystery to me. She won’t allow her readers any break from the unrelenting tedium of being a teenager in public school.

All that being said, it’s still better than A Clash of Kings.

The Biggest, Baddest Monster of Them All

Let’s see what’s in this pile of fresh news clippings… The state of Missouri has undercover agents to bust farmers for selling raw milk to “strangers”… The city of Chicago forces city employees to join a “wellness program” complete with “wellness goals” and “wellness activities” and inspections to make sure you aren’t cheating… The federal government, by executive order of the king–er, “president”–wants to force schools to enforce discipline on a racial quota basis…

City, state, federal… at all levels, our government is devouring us. Eating our freedom. You can’t have raw milk. You must do more jumping-jacks. The president will decide who gets suspended for throwing radiator parts at the classroom teacher, and who doesn’t.

Are you getting the picture?

Now, there is a simple solution to this problem–so simple, even a fantasy writer can tell you what it is. Ready?

Cut off the money!

You see, government does these things to us because government has too damn much of our money. Take the undercover agents on raw milk patrol. They have salaries, benefits, and pensions: the state will go on paying them until they’re planted in the ground.

Cut off the money. It’s as simple as that. Government does not have insufficient funds. It has too much. Squeeze them until they can’t squeeze back. Take away their power to do mischief.

‘The Book of Eli’–Wow!

Here’s a movie I never heard of until we watched it today: The Book of Eli, starring Denzel Washington (2009). I read it was highly successful when it opened, but I suppose the eco-doofus epic, Avatar, grabbed most of the headlines at the time.

Anyhow, if you haven’t seen this movie–hey, what’re you waiting for? You gotta see this! It’s about the Word of God, about a hero who walks by faith and not by sight, it’s about redemption… and the best movie I’ve seen all year. Yeah, I know it’s three years old. So what? Rent it!

I don’t want to do anything to spoil the story, but you’ll see from the box that it’s about Denzel Washington making his way across the wreckage of a post-apocalyptic America, in the Mad Max tradition. But of course it’s much, much more than that. If you’ve given up on the idea of movies grounded on the Christian faith, Eli will blow you out of the water.

As an aside, I don’t think we need a thermonuclear holocaust to turn our world into a wasteland. Insane public policies will surely do the trick. Today’s global civilization depends on the continued success of the United States economy. Trash the American economy, and the whole planet turns into North Korea… only worse, because even North Korea today gets a tiny trickle of prosperity.

But never mind–just go out and rent this movie.

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‘Game of Thrones’–What’s All the Fuss About?

George R.R. Martin’s A Game of Thrones has turned into a major franchise–best-selling books, a hit TV series, fan clubs all over the world, etc. So naturally I wanted to see what all the fuss is about.

My expectations were high. Martin’s Fevre Dream was one of the best and most original vampire novels that I’ve ever read. I enjoyed some of his science fiction novels, too. Finally, Martin has won just about every fantasy and science fiction award in existence.

I couldn’t get A Game of Thrones, so I’m reading the second book in the series, A Clash of Kings. I’m about 200 pages into the massive volume, and in answer to the question, “What’s all the fuss about?” I can now say, “Hell if I know!”

It’s a disappointment, and I’ll tell you why.

We’re at the Printer’s!

Book #4 of my Bell Mountain Series, The Last Banquet, at long last, has been delivered to the printer. That means, for the dozens of you who have been waiting for it, that it’ll be available very soon.

If you haven’t read the first three books of the series, well, what’re you waiting for? Get started!

The Last Banquet continues the story featuring Jack and Ellayne and their protectors, Wytt and Martis, and the adventures of King Ryons, Helki the Rod, and all the others. You’ll also want to see how Lord Reesh makes out, now that the Temple is burned to the ground and he’s on his way to serve the Thunder King.

OK, I’m a lousy publicist, I don’t deny it. I don’t know how to get y’all to read these books. But if you like adventure and fantasy suitable to young readers and adults, devoid of slimy stuff like vampire sex, the occult, and graphic violence, then check these out. Don’t worry about them being dull, there’s plenty of action–wars and treachery, strange discoveries of a mysterious past, weird critters: in short, everything that makes life worth living. And I have done everything in my power to ground these stories on solid Biblical theology without nagging the reader about it.

If you’re wondering how to get the earlier books, it’s easy–they’re all available through amazon.com. Or you can order them directly from the Chalcedon Foundation. We won’t be in the bookstores, more’s the pity, but don’t let that stop you.

Where’s God?

We don’t have television, but lately we’ve been watching old shows on our computer. Among our favorites are “Alfred Hitchcock Presents,” “Night Gallery,” and “The Outer Limits.” We’re always surprised and delighted by the high quality of the acting, the writing, and everything else about these shows: not like today’s reality shows starring nobody.

In wandering up and down the various eras of television, it seems to me that by the 1970s TV had become, at least for practical purposes, a province of atheism. Not that I expect long scenes of people praying, reading the Bible, or going to church. But the characters in these shows, with more and more uniformity, live lives untouched by God. Granted, they are fictional lives: but the shows were expected to be convincingly realistic.

I remember a “Millenium” episode in which the hero consulted a priest and his superiors held a special meeting to discuss whether he was going off the deep end. They called in his partner, and she let them have it with both barrels. “Of course he talked to a priest! He’s Catholic! Is that supposed to make him unreliable?” And she walked out in a huff.

That was a great scene! Yes, I know Chris Carter, the creator of “Millenium,” had a lot of New Age ca-ca floating around in his mind. I don’t offer him up as someone who understands Christianity.

So where is God in all these fictional people’s lives?

And where is God in real people’s lives? I think the condition of our country today answers that question for us.

Happy Anniversary, Lee & Pat (That’s Us!)

Ach du lieber! I almost forgot to mention that today is my and Patty’s 35th wedding anniversary. We went to IHOP for breakfast and discovered we weren’t used to eating that much food, that early in the day. I’m just starting to wake up now, after 4 p.m.

Not wanting a big wedding, with every Tom, Dick, and Harry trying to horn in on it, and bundles of money going up in smoke, we eloped to Elkton, MD, for the weekend. When I told my kindly boss at the time that I would need Monday off to get married, he said, “Can’t you do that on your vacation?” I don’t work for him anymore.

So we went fishing, and had crabcakes, and steamed crabs and beer, and on Monday we were married in the Little Wedding Chapel. We went back the next year and visited the Aberdeen Proving Ground, where Patty posed for pix in the command turret of an old Russian SU-76 assault gun and we roasted our kiesters off. Actually, she looked pretty good up there on the tank. But she looks pretty good on the ground, too.

If we hadn’t married, I don’t think any of my books would have been written, I wouldn’t be writing this blog, and I probably would have wound up disgracing myself in some disgusting way. A good marriage is indispensable!