I haven’t really fallen down the stairs; it just feels like it. I haven’t been in any collisions, either. Nevertheless, my right leg is all cramps and crimps from hip to ankle and I haven’t been to a doctor because they really can’t do much for soft tissue injuries. And I don’t want to be put on the Enemies Of The People list for not having had the you-know-what.
Anyway, I’m getting tired of this and I’d appreciate your prayers for me. Really I would.
I just don’t seem to have it today. WordPress tells me I’ve posted for 2,572 days in a row, my wife insists I rest, I’ve done no work on The Witch Box today, and my brain wants me to put it into a pail of cool water and leave it alone for a while.
So I guess I’d better take the rest of the afternoon off. Maybe I overdid it yesterday.
If you’re new here, or even if you’re not, I invite you to browse the blog archives to your hearts’ content. They’re probably full of cool stuff I’ve forgotten all about. Go for videos of boat launch fails: I always find those refreshing.
I hope to return this evening with a critter video.
The great thing about “Critical Race Theory” is that virtually everybody hates it except the most determined Far Left Kool-Aid drinkers. And Far Left Crazy is totally adverse to recognizing this as a fact.
We have to take back ownership of our schools! After all, we pay for them. Boy, do we pay for them! And what do we get? Critical Race Theory!
We would also profit mightily by pulling our kids out of the government schools, tens of millions of kids homeschooled or placed in Christian schools, and watch the whole unholy colossus collapse under its own weight.
Meanwhile, Far Left Crazy is doubling down on CRT, trying to defend the indefensible. Let’s pray they go to the bottom with it.
My viewer numbers this evening are almost as bad as CNN’s.
You can say Big Tech isn’t doing this on purpose to a lot of Christian bloggers, but I won’t believe you. Yes, their algorithms are squeezing us hard. No, we’re not giving up; but these numbers are, quite frankly, discouraging.
They cut us off from our audience by making it hard to find us on the search engines. They’ve gotten very good at it.
So… Don’t be asking, “Whatever happened to so-and-so? Did he quit blogging?”
I’ve got a book to write, which means going out there where it’s as hot as Hades. I also have to write blog posts, a Newswithviews column, and a book review…
Why don’t you write indoors, stupid?
Because I can’t write fiction indoors, that’s why. I have to be in the real world if I want to write fantasy. (Oy, now they’ve got me doing it!)
Will I get more blog views if I say Joe Biden is a great man who won the election fair and square? Will that move me up in the search engine rankings… or just get me struck by lightning? Or totally destroy my self-respect for the rest of my life?
Well, it ain’t gonna get any cooler while I sit here dawdling over the manuscript. Onward!
I am supposed to write a Newswithviews column today, but I don’t know what to write about. Scanning the news of the week so far, we find an embarrassment of poverty. I mean, do I really want to write about drag queen shows at Nellis Air Force Base being held up to us as morale boosters and part of military readiness? How far could I go with that without tossing my cookies? If we ever have to fight a war against someone who can fight back, we’re done for.
I notice in the cartoon that the poor brain is positioned where the 8-ball would normally be. As Edgar Rice Burroughs once said, to be behind the 8-ball and out on a limb at the same time is very bad business.
Look, I’ve got to go pick up my laundry. If you’ve got any suggestions, I’ll read them as soon as I get back. And then I really must write something.
After many of you prayed for her yesterday, our cat Peep was more herself. That shouldn’t surprise us overmuch. She was fine the rest of the afternoon and all night. I wonder if it was the heat getting to her. It was miserably hot here yesterday, and our cats are getting old.
We thank you for your prayers. We’ll have to keep a watch on Peep, but as of this morning she seems OK.
Please send up some prayers for our cat, Peep. She doesn’t seem to be quite herself today. We can’t see what’s wrong, if anything, but something appears to be making her uncomfortable. I’d rather pray now than wait till there’s a crisis.
In Jesus’ name, Lord, please protect and spare our little girl cat, Peep: whatever’s wrong, please heal her. Protect our little household: in Jesus’ name, Amen.
See the shock! Hear the fear! Vicariously, of course.
How could I ever have been so pusillanimous even to think of dumbing down my blog–in a vain hope that if I stuck with a sixth-grade reading level, I’d get more readers. What? Did some perverse fragment of my psyche want to be thought of as a latitudinarian?
All right, all right, you’ve made your point. Now stop showing off.
The problem here is that Big Tech is subverting Christian bloggers. They’re afraid to just ban us all outright. The pushback just might be strong enough to push them into a tar pit. But if they play with the search engines and use algorithms that shove conservative thought down to the bottom of the lists, that’s just as good as banning us.
And they ain’t doin’ that to us because they don’t like big words.
So let that sixth-grade reading level be Tokyo, and multi-syllabic words Godzilla. I’ll use the words I want to use, I’ll enjoy and share the richness of the English language, and I’ll be horsewhipped if I do any different. [Cue in Godzilla music]