You Won’t Believe This Latest COVID Crapola

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Are they gonna treat dogs the way they treat us?

Really–this has to stop. But of course Democrats have no intention of it ever stopping. The Great Virus Panic is their ticket to ride–the universal excuse for screwing around with other people’s lives. For instance:

California Governor Gavin Noisome says if you’re going out with your family to eat at a restaurant, “Don’t forget to keep your mask on between bites” (https://www.foxnews.com/politics/california-govs-diners-masks).

How long are we supposed to live like this? How long are we supposed to put up with this? You’d think we’d be ashamed to be governed by such nimrods. You’d think we’d cry “Enough! Enough!” and send them packing.

Heaven help us, it’s all been in my lifetime, all this culture rot. We’ve become the Democrats’ squeaky toy. They weren’t able to corral us with Climate Change, but the Doomsday Virus did the trick. They love what it’s letting them do to our country!

May Christ Our Lord deliver us out of their hands.

Is Our Car Going to Blow Up?

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We had to go to the bank this morning–Aunt Joan’s penniless estate and all. We went in Patty’s car. And first she had to get gas.

The attendant seemed to be having no end of trouble pumping the gas into the tank. The tank is full of air, he says, the gas won’t go in. Between us Patty and I have about 120 years’ driving experience and have never heard of this problem. So we only get some gas.

But now the car smells of gasoline fumes. I think it’s because the guy spilled gas when he took the hose out; I saw it. Patty thinks we’re going to be killed in an explosion. And then we go to the bank because we’ve been chained to this estate for over two years and neither of us thinks of just turning around and going back home.

She is afraid now to start up the car. I am upset. Finally I point out that we did start the engine and leave the gas station without getting blown up. In great dread and terror we start the car and drive home. Now it’s time to call the tow truck. Our mechanic wants a look at the car’s innards.

Oh, fap….

Uncle Shinbone’s Counting Your Views

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G’day! Byron the Quokka here, and that’s Uncle Shinbone munching on a well-earned leaf. We put him in charge of counting the views yesterday, and he did it–325 views. Not bad! Sort of a late-2018/early-2019 number. Much better than what we’ve had here lately. And some of you strongly suspect there’s something wrong with WordPress’ view-counting. Well, they’d never admit it, would they?

Anyhow, Uncle Shinbone is back on the job today, trying to get three days in a row with 300 or more views. He thinks there’ll be more views if he counts them than if I do.

Editor’s Note: I’ve called in sick to Newswithviews this week–no column. I’m tired, I’ve got problems on this blog, I’ve got a book I want to finish writing before the cold weather sets in–and oh, yeah, a trip to the bank today! This is supposed to be the very last thing we have to do to finish off Aunt Joan’s now-penniless estate. Get a copy of the final check and it’s free, free, free at last! (If you ever want to really stick it to somebody, make him or her the executor of your estate. This is especially fun when there’s no money left in it.)

Byron’s Note: I hope nobody thinks it was me, bailing out on Newswithviews. Quokkas never bail out. No, that was Lee. The prospect of finally being done with his aunt’s estate has made him a bit delirious.

‘Silenced in Seattle, Gagged in New York’ (2013)

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A “progressive” treat: a dictionary with blank pages

One of the basic techniques employed by leftids to make people crazy and wreck their countries is to turn language upside-down and inside-out. This is done with gusto wherever Democrats rule.

Silenced in Seattle, Gagged in New York

For a word to be of any use at all, it must have a specific meaning and exclude all other meanings. Otherwise you wind up saying “I’d like a poke in the eye, please” instead of whatever it was you really wanted.

Democrats like to ban “potentially offensive language,” and never mind that every single word in the Oxford English Dictionary is “offensive” to somebody. But only people who have been made truly crazy can appreciate left-wing policies.

By Request, ‘Swing Low, Sweet Chariot’

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Wow, we used to sing this one around the campfire at Y Camp. Requested by Phoebe: Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, sung here by Etta James. Background sets by God the Father.,

Pavarotti’s Furriest Fan

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I don’t know how funny Pavarotti would think this is, but I sure got a chuckle out of it.

The dog isn’t all that interested in the music until, suddenly, Pavarotti sings his first note. Then he comes running to the TV set so he can sing along with the great opera star. Fantastic harmony. Hard to tell which one is which. (Lighten up, Pavs! You’re great enough to take a joke.)

Help!

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Would some of you please see if you can view my post, “The Third Most Common Nightmare”? WordPress gave me the devil’s own time with it today, first making it disappear, then somehow posting it while I wasn’t looking.

It was posted an hour ago and shows Zero views. That’s unheard-of. Where did they publish it–Mars? Or did they just publish it without issuing notifications to readers? Yeesh! I’m having enough trouble trying to get this blog back to normal–unwanted mysteries, I don’t need!

Bonus Hymn: ‘When I Survey’

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Special request by Joshua–well, I can’t say no to somebody who translates my book into Japanese, can I? Besides, it’s such a beautiful hymn: When I Survey, by Daniel Craig. The tune is from an ancient folk song, “Waly, Waly.”

Do You Need a Chuckle?

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Our friend and colleague “Unknowable” sent us this in the email this morning, and I want to share it all around.

Do you need a laugh? I do! WordPress is fighting me this morning. My last post disappeared, then somehow got published when I wasn’t looking.

Anyway, cats love boxes–and big cats love big boxes!

Inside every kitty is the heart of a tiger; and inside every tiger there’s a kitty.

The cat with the really cool ears is a caracal, from Africa. (It’s hard to fool Mr. Nature!)

The 3rd Most Common Nightmare (and I’ve got it)

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According to a recent survey of some 2,000 adults, the third most common recurring nightmare, outpaced only by dreams of falling or being chased, is having to go back to school (https://amerisleep.com/blog/americas-common-recurring-dreams/).

I haven’t been sleeping well lately, mostly because of bad dreams. And the nightmare I get most frequently–nothing else is even close–is about being forced to go back to school. Usually high school, although college sometimes sneaks in. As for grade school, well, my experience there was too horrible to dream about.

Among the most common motifs in back-to-school nightmares are: you have to take a test and you don’t know the subject; you’re late for an important test; you can’t find your locker, or else you can’t remember the combination; you don’t know what room you’re supposed to be in; they’ve taken away your diploma or degree and you have to (don’t have a choice!) earn it all over again; you’re in a crowded gym or cafeteria and suddenly discover that you’re naked–and I’ve had ’em all.

Almost none of the people in the survey said they had nice dreams about school. Almost all the dreams were bad. Does that suggest there might be something wrong with the way we conduct “education”? I mean, if people are still dreading it 30 or 40 years since they were last in school, maybe we’re doin’ it wrong. And why do those nighmares wait so long before they come after you?

I read that these anxiety-laden back-to-school dreams mean you’re anxious about something in your life. Well, who isn’t? My country will be murdered if Democrats win the election, my blog is shrinking, and I’m rather anxious about being unable to finish writing Behold! But these are not weird or unusual anxieties.

But then having bad dreams about going back to school is not weird or unusual, either.