*Sigh* Well, I tried, in my ham-fisted way, to reattach the lost crown. But it has these two little posts in it and I just couldn’t find the holes they’re supposed to fit into, so it’s off to the dentist tomorrow or the next day. Please pray they can simply glue it back without a fuss. They did it once before, with a different tooth. This crown is in better shape than that one was, so maybe they can. Amen!
Funny, isn’t it, how these things always happen on a Sunday or Christmas (yeah, I spent one Christmas morning at the dentist’s)?
It’s like everywhere I turn, there’s a waiting room with my name on it. Eye doctor. Blood pressure doctor. Vet. Run to the nursing home. Run to the pharmacy.
And now it’s gonna be the dentist, too.
As I was eating breakfast today, one of the expensive and formidably time-consuming crowns fell off one of my molars. This will entail several trips to the dentist and many hours in the waiting room, exposed to daytime TV.
I don’t know how I’m ever going to finish my book. I really don’t.
If you visit this blog regularly, you know Linda for one of our steadiest contributors, and you may be wondering why she hasn’t been here lately.
She has developed an affliction in her eye which makes it very hard to read the computer screen.
Well, we miss her and we want her back, so please join me in prayer. Our little cyber-family is small, and we all need God’s protection.
Oh Lord Our God, please be swift to help our sister and your servant, Linda, and heal whatever is wrong with her eye so that she can fellowship with us soon: in Jesus’ name, Amen. O Jesus Our Lord, we have asked this of the Father in your name. Please heal her, and let the glory be to God the Father Almighty. Amen.
Solid objects are inherently racist, and anyone who handles them, or even looks at them for long enough, will become a racist–according to the Southern Poverty Pooh-bah Center.
In a new pamphlet issued by the Southern Poverty Pooh-bah Center, People You’re Supposed to Hate Because They’re Not Us (25 pages, $55.99), Grand Pooh-bah Caspar Schmendrick says, “The systemic racism of America has tainted everything from coffee tables to those little metal frogs that click when you squeeze them in your fingers. And just about all the people in this country are tainted, too.”
Even worse, he adds in the last paragraph, “Most solid objects are homophobic, too.”
Since solid objects are so very hard to avoid seeing or touching, is there any way one can not be a racist?
In the section entitled But There’s Hope!, Schmendrick reveals the surprising and uplifting answer to that question.
“To not be a racist anymore,” he writes, “simply send all your money to the Southern Poverty Pooh-bah Center, checks made payable to cash. We will deposit your money in our safe and secure Cayman Island bank account and use it to fight for Social Justice by paying the salaries and benefits of our idealistic staff.”
Schmendrick is also the author of Heterosexuality is a No-Good Christian Conspiracy and a frequent guest on the Antifa Goon Squad radio show. The Southern Poverty Pooh-bah Center reportedly has at least $350 million squirreled away on Cayman Island.
I wonder whose poverty they’re talking about.
Say hey, remember this? Candidate Obama to Joe the Plumber: “I do think, at a certain point, you’ve made enough money.” (http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2010/04/i_do_think_at_a_certain_point.html)
Note the operative word is “you,” as in “you, not me.” If you are Obama, or Clinton, or Pelosi, or Kerry, or Gore, you never, never, never reach that point where you’ve made “enough money” and the government might as well just scarf up every cent you make beyond that.
And leftids buy it. Do they ever. How many times have you heard one of them complain that no one should be “allowed” to make more than a certain amount of money? And yet that never, never, never applies to Democrat politicians who get half a million bucks just for showing up to make a ten-minute speech, pouting, whining football players, air-headed movie stars, or “rap artistes.” Leftids never complain about their masters earning virtually infinite amounts of money. If you are Donald Trump, you have “too much money.” If you’re Hillary Clinton, who’s counting?
God help us, millions of us vote for these people.
They’re always yammering about Income Inequality, but I have yet to hear them propose a scheme to make my income equal to John Kerry’s, or to damp down his income until it’s equal to mine.
But then who really thinks they mean a single word they say?
Huff-puff, pant-pant… I’ve managed another Newswithviews column.
Now back to my book.