The Year Civilization Collapsed REPRINT

From July 27, 2014

We watched a lecture yesterday entitled, “1177 B.C.: The Year Civilization Collapsed.” It’s a good thing they included the date in the title, or I would have assumed it was talking about 2014.

Even so, how do you collapse civilization without Obama, Hillary Clinton, John Kerry, Harry Reid and the other idiots and villains who are so busy collapsing ours?

Well, to bring about the end of the Bronze Age, they had droughts, famine, repeating earthquakes, and whole nations of aliens pouring in, taking everything they could and burning everything they couldn’t take. And that was the end of the ballgame for the Hittites, Mycenaeans, Cyprus, Ugarit, and several other Mediterranean civilizations. Egypt survived with incurable wounds. Assyria was flattened, but came back strong.

Point is, it wasn’t their fault. They didn’t have any SUVs or air conditioning or light bulbs to cause *Climate Change* and wreck their civilizations because they didn’t pay a carbon tax. They were destroyed by droughts, famine, earthquakes, and barbarian invasions on a mighty scale. That’s how civilization was able to collapse without Democrats.

They didn’t have culture big-shots preaching sodomy and sex-change operations, high officials encouraging the aliens to flood across the border, created wealth being instantly destroyed by wacko public policies, police on the lookout for bake sales while street gangs have a field day, the US attorney general urging state attorneys general not to enforce their states’ laws, reality TV, Democrat delegates booing God at their national convention, and whole church denominations embracing evil heresies.

Nope–they had to be destroyed by prosaic causes like war and natural disaster. They couldn’t help it.

But what excuse will our age offer history?

Water Buffalo Thinks Man is “Mom”

Violet Crepuscular’s Pulitzer Prize REPRINT

Masanori Murakami, SF 1964: the first Japanese player in MLB | Baseball, Murakami, Baseball cards

Editor’s Note: We are unable to post our usual Oy, Rodney cover today. This vintage Masonori Murakami baseball card is the closest we can come to it.

From December 27, 2020

We find Violet Crepuscular–author of the epic romance novel, Oy, Rodney–feverishly rubbing a battery-powered camping lantern.

“I would not have it said that I am in any way superstitious,” she writes, “but I found this magic lamp for sale on eBay. All you have to do is rub it feverishly while reciting the correct incantation, and a genie will come out and grant your wish. But I’m having trouble with the incantation–Ia, Cthulhu! Ugthn mgawlwha fhtagn, Cthulu fhtagn! Or something like that–one of those crazy languages they speak in foreign countries, I don’t know how they can even hope to understand each other. But now that my neighbor Mr. Pitfall has nominated me for a Pulitzer Prize, I think I’ll need a genie’s help to seal the deal. It’s just that this incantation is devilish hard to pronounce! And I had two years of Latin in high school, too!”

Meanwhile, in Chapter CCCXCVII of her epic romance novel, Oy, Rodney, Ms. Crepuscular, who seems to have entirely lost her train of thought, has introduced a new character–Johnno the Merry Minstrel’s cousin, Ronno the Not At All Merry Minstrel. Ronno has just returned from spending twelve years as morale officer at a Siberian prison.

As soon as he steps off the train, Constable Chumley arrests him.

“Why in the world did you do that?” cries Johnno. “He only just got off the train!”

“Ay, liddie, but aw’ yon frythers macks a Whithle scray,” the constable explains. Johnno has to be content with that.

“In the next chapter,” promises Ms. Crepuscular, “the reader will be treated to non-stop action and well-nigh unendurable suspense!”

We can hardly wait.

Praise to the Lord, The Almighty

Another Very Cold and Windy Day

This weather is incredible.  It will be going down to around zero tonight, with wind gusts that will be high.  Again.

It has been very cold and windy all day, albeit sunny and clear.  Sort of like pictures I have seen of Antarctica.

Mid week, it is supposed to warm up (laughs hysterically) to around freezing.

I think I will eat supper early, as usual, and go to bed early while listening to some scary stories on YouTube.

Have a good night, all.

Stay warm.

God bless everybody.

Patty

 

 

A Wife for a Bunny

Cage-free Rabbit

Fun with Phantoms REPRINT

Death Be Not Loud  by Jan Olandese

Death Be Not Loud: Ghosts Haunts & Tall Tales For Restless Nights: Olandese, Jan: 9781521379561: Amazon.com: Books

From March 6, 2021

It isn’t every day we get to review a book written by a frequent visitor to our humble blog. You might know Rev. Olandese from her blog, “Book ‘Em, Jan-O”–I just love that title, a takeoff on Jack Lord’s immortal line from Hawaii Five-O, “Book ’em, Dano.”

These are billed as “ghost stories,” but they’re much too original to be labeled. Ghosts are in or around the stories: but mostly what we get is clever, witty, off-the-wall story-telling. The book is easily available via amazon.com.

It says right there in our mission statement that a good laugh is a gift from God, a blessing that helps us keep our sanity in a fallen world whose Very Smartest People can’t find anything better to do than to denounce cartoon characters. Jan’s little book will give you a great many smiles and not a few laugh-out-loud moments. Patty read it first and fell in love with it. We’re both very happy to recommend it to you.

Warning: If you’re not a scary story fan, there are inside jokes and allusions and takeoffs in here that will probably elude you. But even then you’ll still have fun!

Life After Delivery–An Analogy

The Cat’s Bodyguard REPRINT

The cat can sleep worry-free because this goofy bird watches over him. How did this come to be? There’s more to domestication than there is in your philosophy, Horatio… Life with humans changes animals.