No Christmas carol requests yet–and our computers have risen against us, full-scale mutiny, you wouldn’t believe the trouble I had, posting this: I Saw Three Ships Come Sailing, by Blackmore’s Night. You can’t really sail a ship to Nazareth, but the sentiment is what counts.
I never saw Pomeranian puppies till now. Gee, they look like animated pom-poms! But as you can see, they are totally fierce and if they ever did to you what they do to this sock… you’d wind up two feet taller.
Let’s get the Christmas carols started today with this: requested by Phoebe, Adeste Fideles, sung by Luciano Pavarotti–at Notre Dame Cathedral, Montreal, no less. Plus orchestra and choir.
I pray we can pour our hearts into this year’s Christmas.
A border collie is supposed to herd sheep: they were bred for that. But here’s a border collie herding ducklings–and doing a good job of it, too. I wonder: was she auditioning for a job with sheep?
Best known for spouting tommyrot out his mouth, John “Lurch” Kerry brought his other end into play recently, cutting a hefty slab of cheese while pontificating on a panel of globalist yang-yangs.
(“Fart-like noise” is putting it disingenuously.)
So there he is, demanding some kind of global government that’d be “taking away those things that are killing people day by day”–like air conditioning, affordable cars, refrigerators, etc.
And then… Pop goes the weasel.
Can you believe that this morlock was almost president once? He’s got a private jet, a limo, a yacht, and mansion–and he wants to take away your gas stove! God defend us, who do these people think they are?
If he had everything his way, there’d be no more middle class. Just multitudes of downtrodden peasants, with a teeny-tiny Far Left ruling class up on top of the pyramid running the concentration camps.
Does this bird have a death wish–or does he know, somehow, that the cat won’t hurt him? Try this outdoors and it’s bye-bye birdie. But in the human home… animals learn to be more than they thought they could be.