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Patty and I were stuck all day in the doctor’s office yesterday. A giant TV screen dominated the waiting room, like the guy with the whip who walks up and down between the rowing-benches to clout any slave who rests his oars.

Of course the Olympics was on. Hours and hours of it. Sports that nobody watches except during the Olympics. Sports that nobody even heard of. I mean, really–women’s four-man kayak racing? I guess we missed the bottle-cap swallowing, the men’s typewriter-throwing, and mixed doubles beach cockroach racing.

In one of the horsey things, the obstacles the horses had to jump over were very nicely decorated with castles and palaces and… well, a great  big head of Charles Darwin. What’s that about? It seems sinister.

But, hey–I guess if they tell millions of people they’re passionately interested in women’s four-man kayak races, then millions of people are passionately interested in women’s four-man kayak races. Every four years.

Believe it or not, I really don’t like to do politics on this blog. But in light of the tremendous outpouring of public support on “Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day” this week, I’ve decided something must be said.

Certain dark forces in our society, led (naturally!) by the Democrat Party, are trying to make it a crime not to support same-sex pseudomarriage. You don’t even have to mention it. Just say you believe in the ages-old, God-ordained model of marriage as consisting of a man and a woman, and you instantly become an enemy of the people, to be punished by intimidation, public mockery and execration, and destruction of your livelihood. In other words, you do not have a right to hold that opinion, and certainly no right to express it.

But there is safety in numbers: they can’t silence millions of us. And more valuable than safety, even more valuable than peace, is to be faithful to God and His plan for sane and righteous living. It is not God’s plan to make us the punching-bags of hate-filled homosexuals.

So do it today! Defy a gay!

Everything is pretty much ready to go with book #4 of my Bell Mountain series, The Last Banquet. Cover art and copy, editing, typesetting–it’s all there, so the book should be out pretty soon. I can’t say exactly when. I’m just the author, and the author is always the last to know.

No. 5, The Fugitive Prince, has been written, and the first round of editing is finished. But we still have a ways to go on that one.

Now the publicity for these books is–well, you’re looking at it. My gifts as a publicist remain a secret between me and my Maker. But if you liked the first three books in the series, I’m sure you’ll like The Last Banquet, too.

If you have read and enjoyed my books, please compel your friends to buy them and read them. Be forceful! Be persuasive! Be bold!

If you haven’t yet read them… Well, come on!

Why does someone break into a movie theater and shoot 70 people? Everybody’s asking that question.

I don’t know why that particular individual committed that particular atrocity. But here are a few things I do know.

In spite of the many good things to be found in it, much of our culture has become a running sewer: and from time to time, it casts up monsters. What else can be expected? All the smartest people in our country–educators (ha!), politicians, the people who make our movies and TV shows, judges, our so-called news media–have been busy, for decades, telling us that good is evil and evil is good. Then they act all shocked and surprised when some nut takes them at their word and starts killing people.

Jerry Sandusky could’ve gotten off scot-free if he hadn’t bothered trying to convince the court he didn’t do it, but instead had pleaded that, in molesting little boys, he was only doing what innumerable smart academics say is good and wise to do. As evidence, he could have produced books and peer-reviewed “scientific” papers by dozens of Ph.D.’s touting the benefits of “intergenerational sex” or whatever else they’re calling pedophilia these days.

I haven’t seen any of those Batman movies, and I don’t plan to. I’m not here to judge any one movie.

But I am here to tell you that a Christian country that abandons Christ can only expect the worst.

The other night in my neighborhood, a 20-year-old unwed mother tried to murder her grandmother.  I’m going to be vague about details, because I don’t want to hurt, inadvertently, someone who has already suffered quite enough. And besides, the details aren’t the point.

This crime arose out of at least four generations of fatherless chaos, with each new generation a bit more depraved than the preceding one. No husbands, no fathers–but a fair amount of government subsidy to keep the wheel turning.

Now, let’s see… what else should we expect in a world where all the smartest people insist that the traditional family is an obsolete relic of male oppression, fathers are unnecessary, and the only thing sacred is unrestricted fornication? These loons have managed to get many of their grotesque ideas translated into public policy. They promote them via public education, movies, TV, and peer-reviewed academic papers. As a result, our whole civilization is rotting from the inside out.

It is not pleasant to sit and listen to a woman describe a savage attack on her person by someone of her own flesh and blood. All I could do for her was to repair her glasses. It would have been cruel to say to her, “Such are the consequences of your lifestyle choices,” so I didn’t say it. No one deserves what was done to her.

But, hey, what do I know? Listen instead to all those smart people who keep warning us about the big, bad “Christian theocracy” that’s just waiting to poop our party for us. As long as we pay no attention whatsoever to God’s laws and Christ’s teachings, everything is bound to turn out just peachy.

Not.

When it’s not raining, or cold, I like to write outdoors. All I need is my pen and my legal pad, a chair, some shade, and my pipe–and I’m off to Obann.

This is when my neighbors like to play the game, “Talk to the Writer.” If I were just sitting there doing nothing, I could have beanstalks growing out of my head and no one would notice. But as soon as they see I’m working, everybody wants to come over for a chat. On occasion, I have been visited by three or four neighbors simultaneously, while trying to write.

They’ll talk about anything under the sun, but fairly often someone will want to talk about writing.

The question most often–indeed, always–asked is, “How long did it take you to write that book?” For the life of me, I never can see what that has to do with anything. But everyone wants to know. I have no idea why.

And the most common comment is, “I think I’ll write a book someday, if I can ever find the time.” Like it’s something everyone can do! Rocky Bridges once said, “There are three things which everybody in the world thinks he can do–run a hotel, manage a baseball team, and write a book.” He was right.

Many people seem to believe that books and articles write themselves, and I don’t even really have to be there. So the writer is bombarded with invitations to stop writing and come over and see if he can find out why the air conditioner is making strange noises, or what-not. Well, of course, if it’s so easy that literally anyone can do it, I really shouldn’t have to spend that much time on it, should I?

I am convinced they know not what they do.

A recent study by the prestigious British medical magazine, The Lancet, shows that New York City residents are living longer, these days. How come?

“Experts… are crediting Mayor Michael Bloomberg’s health initiatives during the last decade” for making New Yorkers live longer–banning smoking, banning trans-fat, banning soda, and so on. Maybe it only seems longer to those who have to live under the Bloomberg regime. A lot longer.

I do wish the experts would leave the fantasies to us fantasy writers! Hello! Can anybody do simple logic around here? There is no evidence of a cause-and-effect relationship between Bloomberg’s meddling in people’s lives and the length of those lives. There is no longitudinal study. You’d have to follow the lives of people born at the same time those policies were instituted, keep the policies in place throughout those people’s lives, see how long they live–and then compare them to the life-spans of New Yorkers who lived before Bloomberg started banning everything.

It would be just as logical to say New Yorkers’ life-spans have increased since Alex Rodriguez started playing for the Yankees.

In fact, it would be just as true to say they started living longer since my book, Bell Mountain, was published. I knew it had to be good for something beyond mere entertainment!

Please feel free to pass this good news on to your friends who want to live longer.

Have you noticed that, in the United States and Canada, you cannot possibly get into trouble for saying vile things about Christians and Christianity? But oh, boy, are you in hot water if you venture to speak even the slightest discouraging word about any other religion!

Even more zealously protected than non-Christian religions, and held much more sacrosanct, are the various perversions celebrated in our senile Western world these days. There are Democrats who will actually condemn you for “transphobia.” And what the dickens is transphobia? When I type it out, my computer puts a red line under it, indicating there is no such word. But it seems to denote, in the so-called minds of liberals, an unreasonable aversion–by which they mean any aversion at all–to persons whose whole lives revolve around trying to inhabit the gender opposite the one they were born into.

But if you are out there to say false, insulting, and filthy things about Christians, you’ll get an invitation to the White House if you say it loud enough.

How did this come to be the case, in what once were Christian countries?