Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
An insight from our friend SlimJim…
Three weeks ago I saw some keep sharing on Social media shared a link from Oregon Live titled “Feds, right-wing media paint Portland as ‘city under siege.’ A tour of town shows otherwise.” Basically this article dismissed those who are concern about the riot in Portland as right wing. I never thought it would happen: […]
via On the accusation if someone say there’s violence they are “Far Right” — The Domain for Truth
Do you believe this is really Gibberin’ Joe Biden on that bicycle? I don’t. Behind the mask and shades, it could be anybody.
For one thing, you really don’t need a face mask while riding your bike outdoors. For another, we know that a lot of our leading politicians have body doubles. And for another, we aren’t flaming idiots.
The scuttlebutt is that Gibberin’ Joe is coming apart at the seams, both mentally and physically. His actual appearances do much to reinforce this belief. And then, out of the blue, he’s scooting along on a bike like its Breaking Away? He goes from at death’s door to Mr. Fitness in the blink of an eye?
I mean, OK, you could try to do it, and good luck to you. Most adults eventually find out how easy it is to get out of shape and how hard it is to get back in. They could’ve shown Biden taking a little walk about the block: that would have been at least borderline believable. But no–they’ve got to go straight to the bike-a-thon.
That people like this can even aspire to be president is a shame to us.
Remember, years ago, when hackers got into the files of the Ashley Madison Dating Service? Most embarrassing–a “dating service” set up to facilitate adultery.
Once upon a time even pagans knew there would be judgment after death. Unlike them, we have a defender and a savior, Jesus Christ the Son of God–without whom our sins would devour us.
But you can’t just keep pretending that they weren’t sins.
Your Favorite Hymns continues with Too Close to the Mirror by Eddie Ruth Bradford. Have you ever wondered, “What does God see in us?” That’s what this song is about.
We can keep this going all year and then some, if readers keep adding to the list.
I’m tuckered out, and this video just about finished the job. Y’know, I can’t get my two cats to sleep together–and they were womb-mates. I don’t understand them. My lizards used to sleep together; why not the cats? Are they waiting for me to get a dog?
But some cozy cats and dogs are here in the video. Maybe they’re just actors.
A couple of you have found that when you try to read my home page, or comments, on your phone (don’t expect me to remember what kind of phone: all we have here is a wall phone), the display is all squished off to one side and very hard to read.
I’ve sent a screen shot of the problem to Jill and she says she can fix it sometime during the next few days. Please be patient: she’s fixed a lot of things here, so far.
And now, per a request by Phoebe [trumpet fanfare]…
THE SPOTTED QUOLL
This cat-sized animal lives along the east coast of Australia in rainy, wooded habitats. Also known as the tiger cat or tiger quoll, it’s a predator that eats pretty much anything it can catch. Oddly enough, it has the second most powerful bite among all carnivorous mammals.
This marsupial is related to the Tasmanian Devil. Quolls are not as numerous as they used to be, and some conservation measures are in order. To me they somewhat resemble Thylacoleo, the extinct “marsupial lion,” which had some of the deadliest biting equipment known from the fossil record. Cryptozoologists think there might be a very few of those left, somewhere. But no one else does.
For today’s post we will tackle the question the Skeptic Annotated Bible asked: Which sons of David were born in Jerusalem? Here are the three passage the skeptic believes indicate a Bible contradiction: “Now these are the names of those who were born to him in Jerusalem: Shammua, Shobab, Nathan, Solomon, 15 Ibhar, Elishua, […]
via Bible Contradiction? Which sons of David were born in Jerusalem? — The Domain for Truth
(I think I’m going to be sick…)
Are you ready for some nooze? Are you ready for some politics? But it’s something I suppose we must endure.
Now that Gibbering Joe Biden has selected Whatsername as his running mate, a gaggle of big-name Democrat women have laid down the law to Our Free & Independent News Media as to how they’re to be allowed to cover this candidate (https://www.zerohedge.com/political/we-will-be-watching-you-dems-put-media-notice-avoid-racist-tropes-such-angry-black-women).
Does any group of twaddlers have less self-respect than the American nooze media? They’re already 100% in the bag for Democrats, and yet they grovel on the floor when these DNC fat-heads lecture them about “using racist tropes” like “angry black woman”–would it be okay to suggest that her “anger,” like the rest of her, is phony?–and warning them that “We intend to collectively and individually monitor coverage… we will be watching you.”
Oh! And if you mispronounce her name, that makes you a racist. Maybe I’ll just call her Schmendrick.
I remember Hillary lecturing the media on how they were to cover her, and they groveled to her, too. Sheesh! Was it that long ago that Tim Russert had Joe Lieberman on Meet the Press and actually asked the guy some tough questions–so tough, that Lieberman got up and left in the middle of the show? Did that really happen, or did I dream it? Certainly can’t imagine it happening today! But in those days, Democrat Immunity had not yet gelled as a constant in our political life.
America will never be safe for as long as the Democrat Party remains in being.
Here at Quokka University, we are impressed–big-time!–by Jill at Chalcedon headquarters, who not only cleaned up this blog, but did it quickly, with hardly any down time. Crikey, can you imagine how many quokkas it would’ve taken to do that job?
We hope this means you’re all going to get your email notifications from now on, that your comments will all be published, and that it will no longer be impossible to view older posts. The reblog still doesn’t work, but probably that had nothing to do with our using an old retired theme. Lee still doesn’t understand what a “theme” is. That makes two of us.
Anyway… could we please get back to business now? We are back in working order, so let’s have some readership! Our regular readers stuck with us through these past five weeks of computer-generated futility, but our casual readership went down the drain. I’ve heard there is a spotted quoll who knows how to bring it back, but we have to find him before we can ask him.
If you’ve seen him around, please let us know.
I’m still dazzled by the arrogance of teachers’ unions–like, your own kids are none of your business? Really?
It’s way, way, way past time we showed these pipsqueaks who’s boss.
Unless, of course, we’ve left it too late and now they’re our bosses.
Don’t say you weren’t warned. “Oh, not in our schools!”
Oh yes, in your schools.