The Biggest Ninny in the Bible REPRINT

From December 5, 2015

Who was the biggest ninny in the Bible?

Was it the Pharaoh who wouldn’t let the people go? Surely Adam and Eve are in the running. But those were major, world-shaping sins whose effects are still being felt today.

No–I’d say, hands down, the biggest chowderhead in the Bible is Amaziah, king of Judah, son of J0ash. He becomes king in Chapter 24 of 2 Chronicles, and in Chapter 25, Verse 14, he invades Edom and conquers it.

And what does he do next? He “brought the gods of the children of Seir [Edom], and set them up to be his gods, and bowed down himself before them, and burned incense unto them.”

God sent a prophet the ask Amaziah the entirely reasonable question, “Why hast thou sought after the gods of the people, which could not deliver their own people out of thine hand?” (v. 15) Amaziah refused to listen, and threatened the prophet into silence.

The rest of his career is briefly told. He picked a fight with Israel and lost, to the great cost of the people of Judah, and fifteen years later was assassinated by his own subjects.

It took the world some 2,500 years to generate leaders who could match Amaziah for perverse stupidity. By now we have a bumper crop of them. “Hmmm… I think I’ll drop the real God, who gave me everything I have, and worship the idols of these pagans whom I’ve just defeated in a war… Yeah, that ought to work!”

Yes, truly worthy of Angela Merkel. Maybe even worthy of Obama. Definitely Bidenesque in its depth of foolishness.

If Amaziah were alive today, he’d surely be a big wheel in the E.U.

 

REPRINT My Newswithviews Column, Feb. 23 (‘Non-Presidents’ Day’)

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Mount Blushmore, for Democrat non-presidents

It occurs to me now that we could actually create a monument to these three villains who never got to be president. We could call it Mount Blushmore. They could add Pocahontas Warren to make a fourth.

Non-Presidents’ Day

Gore, Kerry, and Hillary Clinton–how lucky can you get, to have had none of those in office? We staggered through eight years of Obama. Now all we have to do is somehow survive Biden.

A revival has started. God is giving us a chance for national repentance and reform. Let’s not waste it.

The Logic of Identity Politics REPRINT

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From May 23, 2017

Nothing floats liberalism like identity politics. Nobody’s an individual: we are significant only in terms of our membership in an identifiable group. If we want to prosper, we must arrange to be included in a group identified as victims. Then we are entitled to other people’s stuff.

Anyhow, here’s how identity politics works. See if you can follow the simple logic in this example:

*Amelia Earhart was a woman.

*Amelia Earhart was an aviation pioneer.

*I, Reesha Plopkin, am a woman.

*Therefore I, Reesha Plopkin, am an aviation pioneer.

In Lesson Two, we shall see that all Ms. Plopkin has to do is self-identify as a jet pilot–and that makes her one. Hand her the keys to the jump jet!

Warning, Warning… REPRINT

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From July 2, 2020

We’ve been laughing at Far Left Crazy for such priceless gems of idiocy as the Green New Deal, forcing superheroes to combat imaginary systemic racism, and Joe Biden–according to the nooze media, our future president–babbling like a drunken moron.

I don’t know about you, but it’s starting to scare me. I think we’d better take it seriously and figure out a way to defeat it.

It takes a long time to build a country up, but it can be torn down in a fraction of the time it took to build it. Before Hugo Chavez, Venezuela was the richest country in Latin America. Now it’s a basket case. Czarist Russia had a food surplus, and was a food-exporting nation. Stalin plunged it into famine. And then there’s North Korea.

The Democrat Party and its Far Left Crazy playmates mean to take over America and turn it into God knows what. They mean to tear down everything we have. As one of the Only Black Lives Matter honchos has admitted, “If we don’t get what we want, we’ll burn it down.” If they can, they will.

It’s not enough to laugh at these people. We are one spate of voter fraud away from being “fundamentally transformed” into Venezuela North.

It’s not enough to defeat them at the polls. They won’t go away; they’ll just keep on attacking us. This is our payoff for letting people who hate America run our schools, our media, many of our corporations, and our “entertainment” industry.

The enemy controls those institutions. Their hold must be broken. Their influence must be rooted out and permanently destroyed.

We are in more danger now than we were in the darkest days of World War II–because this enemy is already here, already dug in, and has assembled an army of mal-educated useful idiots who think they’re gonna get free stuff. They’re always surprised by what they wind up getting, but by then it’s much too late.

This must be stopped. Speak the truth, pray, and never, never, never give in. Never give in. Not if it takes seventy years to get their fangs out of our flesh.

Why Man Cannot Be God (Reason No. 214,989,112 ) REPRINT

From August 19, 2016

Robert Fulton’s design for the world’s first steam-powered warship. The thing in the very middle of the ship is the paddle wheel.

Robert Fulton was a genius–right? He invented the steamboat. They called it “Fulton’s Folly,” but they were wrong: Fulton had just revolutionized transportation.

Nevertheless, Fulton did come up with one real folly, and it was the last project he did in his life.

In 1814 Fulton got Congress to appropriate $500,000–a staggering sum, in those days–to build a steam-powered warship that would sweep the British Navy from the seas. The War of 1812 was ongoing, the British had sailed into Chesapeake Bay and burned Washington, and it was feared they would do the same to New York. The young nation looked to Fulton to prevent that.

Fulton knew that the obvious problem for any steamboat entering a naval battle was the paddle-wheel: it would be shot to bits in a matter of minutes, leaving the ship dead in the water. So Fulton put the paddle-wheel inside the ship (see drawing, above), smack-dab in the middle, where no enemy could damage it without sinking the ship outright. And to make sure that wouldn’t happen, Fulton built the hull extra-thick and armed the vessel to the teeth with heavy guns.

As he designed it, so they built it. They finished the job a few months before the war ended.

Two things turned out to be wrong.

First, the design didn’t leave room for an engine big enough to move this monster into anything like a battle speed. It was slooooow.

But worst–you won’t believe this, but it’s true–Fulton’s design did not provide any way to steer the vessel! Again, look at the drawing: with the paddle-wheel in the middle of the boat, the boat could only go in one direction. If you really did have to turn it, you had to send men out in rowboats, with lots of strong rope, to drag the ship into another course. Not the most practical expedient during the hubbub of a battle.

How could Robert Fulton–Robert Fulton!–design and build a ship that could only go in one direction, very slowly? And given the hundreds of Navy men and shipbuilders involved in the project, why did no one ever speak up and say, “Uh, er, how are we supposed to steer this ship?”

The moral of the story: Before granting godlike powers to any moral man or woman, we do well to remember that even the wisest of us occasionally comes up with a plan that wouldn’t do credit to a monkey. The Bible tells us that “In a multitude of  counselors there is safety” (Proverbs 11:14)–and even a multitude of counselors is unsafe, once they get to thinking that they’re wise. Let the Bible and King Solomon have the last word:

“Seest thou a man who is wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.” (Proverbs 26:12)

Three Men: Four Presences REPRINT

 

From November 18, 2013

I would like to share with you something that happened 100 years ago to Sir Ernest Shackleton, the Antarctic explorer.

Their ship having been crushed in the ice and sunk, Shackleton left most of his crew on a desert island while he and a few men went for help. After crossing 800 miles of stormy ocean in a patched-up longboat, and landing on South Georgia Island, Shackleton and two men had to slog across the mountainous, heavily-glaciated island to reach a whaling station.

After incredible hardships and against seemingly insurmountable odds, they made it. All the men were rescued. The following is from Shackleton’s own memoir:

“When I look back at those days I have no doubt that Providence guided us, not only across those snow-fields, but across the storm-white sea that separated Elephant Island from our landing-place on South Georgia. I know that during that long and racking march of thirty-six hours over the unnamed mountains and glaciers of South Georgia it seemed to me often that we were four, not three. I said nothing to my companions on the point, but afterwards Worsley said to me, ‘Boss, I had a curious feeling on the march that there was another person with us.’ Crean confessed to the same idea. One feels ‘the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech’ in trying to describe things intangible, but a record of our journeys would be incomplete without a reference to a subject very near our hearts.”

Compare this to the experience of another three men, farther back in time. It’s from Chapter 3 of the Book of Daniel.

“Then was Nebuchadnezzar full of fury… and he commanded the most mighty men… to bind Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, and to cast them into the burning fiery furnace… Then Nebuchadnezzar the king was astonied, and said unto the counsellors, Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king, True, O king. He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire; and they have no hurt, and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.”

Sophisticated modern pinheads reject the Bible story out of hand: miracles simply do not happen. But no one has dared to question the story told by Shackleton and his two companions.

Then again, what do I know? There are probably academics who say that never happened, either.

 

D.C. Diplomacy: Amateur Night REPRINT

From June 16, 2022

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In 2018 a Saudi Arabian journalist, Jamal Khashoggi, was murdered in Istanbul by men said to be Saudi agents acting on orders from the crown prince.

Briefly world opinion was scandalized. How dare they kill a journalist? But the heat died down when other journalists began to turn up information on Khashoggi’s “long and complicated” friendship with terrorist kingpin Osama bin Laden.

The Washington D.C. city council has raked it all up again by renaming the street upon which the Saudi Embassy is located. Its new name is “Jamal Khashoggi Way” (https://www.ndtv.com/world-news/jamal-khashoggi-way-washington-renames-street-in-front-of-saudi-embassy-3071254).

This just a month before SloJo Biden plans to go to Saudi Arabia and beg our supposed allies to pump more gas (because, you will remember, he shut down the freakin’ pipeline!) and would they please let us be dependent on them for our energy supply?

So let’s provoke them!

Most people believe the Saudis had Khashoggi killed, however much the crown prince denies it. Some of us think Khashoggi played a dangerous game and it caught up with him.

Now I am not privy to the details of Khashoggi’s career, nor do I approve of murder. History tells me that sometimes you have to hit the bad guys before they hit you.

But I think I do know that a bunch of amateurs who don’t know any more about this business than I do are only virtue-signalling so they can grin at their reflections in the mirror. And we wouldn’t need Saudi oil at all if we had kept the Keystone Pipeline open.

Democrats did that to us.

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We hear Hunter Biden’s ex-wife is writing a tell-all book.

Really? How many volumes? [dissolve into hilarious laughter]

The Stupidest Protest Ever REPRINT

From November 2, 2021

 

At least the Three Stooges were funny, Our morons aren’t.

Yesterday, in a nooze photo of a pro-abortion demonstration, we saw a noop carrying a sign that read, “Safe, Accessible Abortions for All Genders.” All genders. I can’t seem to find that same photo today. Maybe it got sucked back into Weirdland.

Normally you’d need a moving van to transport that much idiocy; yet this ninny carried it upon his (?) shoulder. All genders. Like there are men out there who want abortions? But that’s what the new left-wing-doofus buzzword’s all about–“pregnant people”–isn’t it?

I have never in my life seen anything like the horrifying speed with which the whole Western world went racing off the cliff called “transgender.” And for what? So they can babble about pregnant men? And all these different genders?

Is our country possessed by a demon of mass lunacy? Does our nation need an exorcism? I saw another picture of a sign held up by a couple of black women, pro-abortion protesters: “Abortion Is Our Future!” Oh, God, pity us. Talking about being careful what you wish for! You blocks and stones.

And of course, of course, these same la-las who march around chanting “My body, my choice!” are curiously receptive to the government making the choice for them, mandating, to get injected with an experimental drug that may or may not protect you from the COVID virus but might also kill you. Yowsah. Let Big Brother make that choice for me!

Do leftids actually believe there are pregnant men, or do they just say it because they have no integrity and are too full of schiff to know it?

This stuff has to stop before it stops our civilization.

Confessions of a Blindfolded Newsman REPRINT

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From March 27, 2023

In the 1970s the U.S. Dept. of Education was founded, and various states set up their own departments of education, or else greatly expanded the powers of those already in existence. These steps drastically altered the state of public education in America… not that it ever was all that good an idea in the first place.

I was a newspaper reporter and editor in those days. Among other duties, I covered three school boards and had part-timers covering the rest. When a major story came along, we worked on it together.

Very important changes were put in place back then. These happened right before my eyes: and I’m ashamed to tell you that I didn’t see them. Right out there in front of me, and I might as well have been wearing a blindfold. I can only say I couldn’t see the forest for the trees. Too many distractions kept me from seeing the big picture.

I saw the state education bureaucracy swallow the authority of the local boards–and didn’t realize what I was seeing. I remember now a meeting of the Matawan Board of Education, in which a nerd from the state came and told the board members what New Jersey would be expecting of them from now on.

One member objected. “What is this?” he said. “It sounds like one of those old Soviet five-year plans!” The response was a coy “Tee-hee! Once you buy into the program, you’ll have a clearer understanding.” What I didn’t realize was that he already had a very clear understanding of exactly what the state was doing! But he wound up resigning, and it never occurred to me to sit down with him for an in-depth interview.

Dammit all! I was a newsman, and this was news! I had it in my power to inform the public that they were all being taken for a ride. That they were down there in Trenton growing the government at the community’s expense. That the teachers’ union had the state wrapped around its little finger.

So the people who paid for the schools, and sent their children there, would no longer be getting what they thought they paid their taxes for, but what Far Left teachers’ unions and quasi-Marxist, grey ponytail “educators” in Trenton thought they ought to get.

By and by the newspaper workload became too heavy a burden for me and I resigned, too.

People who don’t much like us, and want to change our way of life, have been working on our schools for fifty years.

Pull your kids out of there. That’s all that’s left for us to do.

The Difference Between Us Reprint

From November 30, 2017

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What is the difference between Christianity and humanism? It’s easily explained.

Humanists believe in the perfectibility of man by man; and we, as Christians, don’t.

Plato, Rousseau, the modern Left–they all think that if we only get the right science behind it, spend enough money, and apply the requisite measure of brute force, we can solve any human problem. All we need is another law, another set of new regulations, another bureaucracy to put it into play, round up all the dissidents, and bob’s your uncle: Utopia is achieved.

We believe in an ongoing process of individual sanctification, accomplished by God’s grace and by faith in Jesus Christ. We may not reach perfection, but we can get better than we were. As for Utopia, that doesn’t come until Jesus returns and establishes His kingdom on the earth. We do not believe that human nature is just a more complicated form of Play-Doh, to be shaped as desired by anyone clever enough, strong enough, rich enough, or ruthless enough to do it.

But their belief in their own godlike powers, their own wisdom, pretty much explains the whole history of that horrible 20th century. Always breaking eggs to make the perfect omelet, but never getting there no matter how many they break.

See? I told you it was easy.