The Worst Public Speaker Ever

And just as an afterthought…

You may be able to overlook her unbridled lust for money, and power for its own sake, and her absolute lack of scruple when it comes to obtaining either one. You may be able to tolerate her total inability to tell the truth, anytime, anywhere, about anything.

But are you tough enough to endure four years of Hillary Clinton’s public speaking?

In the above video, Mrs. Clinton puts on what she conceives to be a Southern black person’s accent. This is truly teeth-gnashing stuff!

And she got away with it!

Can you even imagine the reaction if this stuff ever came out of the mouth of, say, Dick Cheney?

As Steve Brown says, You think about that!

I am Entitled…

I am the greatest basketball player in the world, and I am entitled to be recognized as such by each and every one of you. Or else I’ll report you to the Human Rights Commission.

The video proves my claim–just watch! I’m the guy making all those baskets and blocking all those shots. Whoever filmed it mistakenly said it was Wilt Chamberlain when all the time it was me, Lee Duigon. Anyhow, there never was a Wilt Chamberlain. It was always me.

That’s a fact–because I say so. I am entitled to my own facts. And instead of writing me off as crazy, you should all be elbowing each other out of the way to curry favor with me. Build rest rooms specially for me! Allow me to use the women’s showers whenever I please. Invent new pronouns and force college and high school kids to use them. Above all, remember to call me “Wilt” and constantly praise my basketball prowess. Anybody who doesn’t is a bigot and a hater and an enemy of the human race.

An Experiment in Video

Let’s just see if this works…

If it does, you will see not a link to a video, but the video itself, ready to roll. If it works.

The song, Beyond the Sun, Over the Mountain is from the ancient Rawhide TV show.

One of My Best-Loved Chapters in the Bible: Proverbs 8

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Doth not wisdom cry? and understanding put forth her voice?

So begins the book of Proverbs, Chapter 8, one of the most poetic books in all the Bible. It conveys wisdom that would be hard to frame in simple prose: and more than wisdom, God’s love.

If you’ve never read it before, here’s a video that may help you to see what I mean. http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=proverbs+8+video&FORM=VIRE5#view=detail&mid=B50AD60E93C7C12C095DB50AD60E93C7C12C095D

And if, as I do, you prefer the unmodernized King James Version, here’s a recitation.http://www.biblestudytools.com/audio-bible/kjv/proverbs/8.html

The spirit of this benighted age might well proclaim, Doth not folly cry? and idiocy put forth her voice? Maybe that’s why sometimes Proverbs 8 can move me to tears: I live in an era that personifies the exact opposite of every good thing named in this chapter of the Bible.

Never mind. Take a few minutes to be attentive to the voice of God’s wisdom, words spoken for our good: truth, and not lies. Amen.

‘Be Thou My Vision’ (a Hymn That I Love)

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While I try to decide what to write about today, let this ancient Irish hymn (it goes back over a thousand years) hold my place. It’s one of my favorite hymns, and I hope the video works. I won’t know until I’ve posted it.

Sometimes it’s best just to “be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10).

We need His protection in this evil age.

A Valentine’s Day Gift

Let us turn from the accelerating, self-inflicted ruination of our world–for the earth is the Lord’s, and He will put it right–and turn to one of the most beautiful songs in the English language–Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms. The words are by the 19th century poet Thomas Moore, who wrote them to his wife, who had smallpox and was afraid he wouldn’t love her anymore.

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,

Which I gaze on so fondly today,

Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,

Like fairy-gifts fading away,

Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,

Let thy loveliness fade as it will,

And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart

Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,

And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear

That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,

To which time will but make thee more dear;

No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,

But as truly loves on to the close,

As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,

The same look which she turned when he rose.

And here is a nice video rendition: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPc-TZeUwtl

Sorry, but there is absolutely no way I can read this aloud! My heart fills up, and then my eyes. So as much as I would like to read this to my wife as her Valentine present, I’m afraid she’ll just have to read it herself.

See if you can read it all the way through to your wife, or your husband.

Love is the gift of God (for God is love); and love endures.

[Sorry again! No matter what video I try to post, youtube makes it instantly unavailable. Then it reappears a moment later. I may know some secrets of the heart, but I don’t know beans about computers and you’ll just have to find a video yourself. It won’t be hard–there are many versions of this song on youtube.]

Video with New Hymn for Defeated Churches

To help the institutional churches express themselves more clearly, a new interdenominational hymn has been written: Throwing in the Towel, to be sung to the tune of Bringing in the Sheaves. Here are the lyrics.

Triumph for abortion, joy for same-sex “marriage,”

Now we understand: the bad guys always win.

We the church surrender, we the church cry “uncle!”

Now we understand there’s no such thing as sin.

Chorus

Throwing in the towel, throwing in the towel,

We know when we’re licked, we’re throwing in the towel (repeat)

We have been defeated, we have lost the culture;

Gates of hell have finally ‘gainst the church prevailed.

Sorry, Lord, we blew it, we just couldn’t do it,

Satan’s team has won and we the church have failed. Chorus

Ray Harryhausen works…

1961’s Mysterious Island:

Video Interview

Check out this interview, with me, on AFA’s site.

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