President Trump gave this speech to the Class of 2017. Three years later, it’s even more to the point, more relevant, more inspiring. He sounds like Winston Churchill!
“Never give up, never give in”–can you give me an “Amen”?
CDC: 9,000 COVID-19 Deaths, Not 180,000
Does this look like a prosperous, busy city street to you?
First they told us 2.2 million of us were gonna die unless they shut the country down. Then we found out that prediction was based on a deeply-flawed, worthless computer model. But that didn’t make the Experts change their policies.
Now the Center for Disease Control is saying only 9,000 Americans died of COVID-19. The rest of the 180,000 deaths came to persons who already had a serious disease (https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2020/08/shock-report-week-cdc-quietly-updated-covid-19-numbers-9210-americans-died-covid-19-alone-rest-serious-illnesses/). Covid finished some of them off. For the rest, it was simply one stress too many.
Is this why we had to quarantine healthy people? Is this why we had to let trillions of dollars go up in smoke? Is this why we had to allow Democrat mayors and governors to behave as Mussolini wannabes? This was a reason to destroy thousands of small businesses? This was why we shut down all the schools, too–but I’m not complaining about that. Public education needs to be shut down.
Is this what we’re going to do from now on, every time a disease comes along? There are many diseases more deadly than the Chinese Communist Doomsday Virus. Do we shut down for all of them? We can only enjoy our liberties when the environment is completely free of germs that cause disease?
For this we’ve trashed six months out of our year so far? Democrats were rooting for a recession; so they went out and made one.
This must never be allowed to happen again. Big Science has a lot to answer for.
By Request, ‘Allelujah, Allelujah, Let the Holy Anthem Rise’
Well, why not another hymn? There’s only nooze out there.
By special request by Phoebe: Allelujah, Allelujah, Let the Holy Anthem Rise, sung by choir and congregation at Queen of Angels Chapel, Spicewood, Texas.
‘Transgenderism… for 3-Year-Olds’ (2017)
The school as sexual predator
Are you sure you want those public schools back open? Positive? ‘Cause this is the kind of stuff they’re going to be teaching in them.
Yup, Planned Parenthood is deep into public education. Remember, their goal is to stop human reproduction by any means that come to hand.
You can’t have decency and “transgender” at the same time. It’s not sane. It’s not right. And our public schools are teaching it.
Tell me again why you think our kids should learn it.
‘Christ the Lord Is Risen Today’
Who says it’s a hymn you can only sing on Easter? Shout it from the housetops: He is risen! It is, after all, at the very heart of our faith. Christ the Lord is Risen Today, by Charles Wesley, sung by the Joslin Grove Choral Society.
Dogs & Puppies: Chick Magnets
You’ve got to admit that the baby chicks in these videos sure seem to like the dogs and puppies they encounter. Is this because chicks aren’t old enough to know better, or do they know something we don’t know?
See This Hilarious Movie
Take a lot of classical music and wrap it around at least a dozen solid belly laughs, and you’ve got Unfaithfully Yours.
Patty and I have seen this movie a bunch of times, but not in the past few years–and it still cracked us up today. Preston Sturges, famous for his screwball comedies, made this film in 1948, starring Rex Harrison and Linda Darnell–with a great supporting cast.
When a volatile, hot-headed symphony orchestra conductor thinks his wife has cheated on him, his imagination shifts into overdrive. But when he tries to do the things he’s imagined–like frame his secretary for murder–it’s a whole ‘nother story!
If you’ve never seen this before, you’ll be floored by how funny it is. Laugh till you plotz! We rented it on amazon and got all the laughs we bargained for.
Enter Sergeant Dottle (‘Oy, Rodney’)
Introducing Chapter CCCLXXVI of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney, Violet Crepuscular introduces a new character, courtesy of Scotland Yard–Detective Sergeant Elrond Dottle. His presence is necessary because Detective Chief Inspector Chipper Magog, instead of solving the mystery of the stolen locomotive, has fallen passionately in love with a bearded bar maid at The Lying Tart and his let his work slide.
Sgt. Dottle wants DCI Magog’s job and will do anything to get it. Usually what he tries to do is to pin on the DCI whatever crime they happen to be investigating at the time. Sgt. Dottle is an inveterate Clue player, which makes him (compared to some) a formidable detective. DCI Magog despises him and usually tries to frame him for whatever crime they happen to be investigating at the time. Their interpersonal dynamics are the talk of Scotland Yard.
With Lord Jeremy Coldsore refusing to come down from the tree that he has climbed, and taking all his meals up there, Johnno the Merry Minstrel has made an astonishing discovery .
“I say, m’lord!” he shouts from the ground beneath the tree. “It turns out that Black Rodney is not the only medieval sorcerer who’s bedeviling us. There’s another one!”
“Just get rid of that inspector, there’s a good chap!” answers Lord Jeremy from high up the tree. He has heard that DCI Magog plans to interrogate him under torture.
“But m’lord, it’s not just Black Rodney!” cries Johnno. “We have also fallen under a curse by Black Rodney’s long-time competitor, Blue Bodney! And he’s even worse!”
“Oh, bother!” mutters Jeremy.
Here Ms. Crepuscular breaks in with a recipe for toothpaste brownies. “I generally use Pepsodent Super-Whitener for these,” she writes, “but Colgate Xtra-Strength will do as well. I will send a batch to the Pulitzer committee!”
That’s cheating. I think.
New Courses at Quokka U.!
Actually, all the courses at Quokka University are new because we haven’t opened yet. But let me turn the program over to Byron the Quokka–
G’day! We’re experimenting with a course on Leaf Cuisine; but before I tell you about any more of the courses we’ll be offering, I’m supposed to remind you that we’ve got a comment contest going–just 704 more comments and we reach No. 65,000 and someone, it could be you, is a lucky winner!
A very famous celebrity named Brad Something-or-other is going to teach a course called How to Write Good, we’ll have one on Stinky Movies, a lecture series on How to Avoid the News, and a mini-course about French painters that you never heard of. I haven’t, that’s for sure. Bob Matisse? Ginger Renoir? I think I’ll take this course! Felix the Platypus is going to teach it.
Munchable, crunchable leaves will be served with every class meeting!
Memory Lane: Moving the Piano
When I was in my late teens, my family acquired Aunt Florence’s piano, which meant my father had to rent a U-Haul trailer. He also hired me and two of my friends, Ronnie and Gary, to tote the piano. Ronnie in particular was a very strong young man, and I was a pretty good specimen, myself. Move a piano? Piece of cake!
So there’s the piano, and the three Young Turks flex their muscles, grip the piano mightily… and nothing happens. Grunt, groan, grit teeth. Who nailed the piano to the floor? Now we’re sweating. Freakin’ thing won’t budge.
Finally my father and Uncle Jimmy gently motioned us out of the way, picked up the piano like it was a picnic basket, and put it in the trailer. Oh, the mortification of it all. Who would’ve ever thought healthy grown men would be stronger than self-enamored 17-year-olds? Like, just because you can carry a tune doesn’t mean you can carry the piano.
Ah, well, live and learn.