Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
Stealing food, or a bag of cat treats, that I understand. Even stealing money that’s left out on the table. Cats must think it’s something fun to play with. But a bath towel, hung up over the shower? An unopened four-pack of toilet paper rolls? Why would they want to steal those? Inquiring minds want to know.
G’day, mates! Byron the Quokka here, with some clarification about our Bell Mountain Trivia Contest.
I don’t know how the rumor got started, or who started it, but there are not going to be any essay questions in this contest. My cousin Bengay is crazy about essay questions. He turns everything into an essay question. Ask him what’s the bloomin’ time, and he gives you an essay.
We don’t need that in the contest, do we? Short answers are the best. And by the way, here are the answers to the first two questions:
One, the best wine in Obann comes from Durmurot; and two, Martis’ horse is named Dulayl. Question No. 3–who called himself the king of Lintum Forest?–is still in play, and Question No. 4 will come up by and by. There will be 20 questions. The reader with the most right answers gets a gold watch with this green face on it that sings a creepy little song sort of like a bunch of ants would sing it–oops, I mean an autographed book.
Hoping it will pump up my readers and bum out anyone who reads the New York Times, I offer this fife and drum rendition of Yankee Doodle.
The British made up this song to mock the upstart colonials who dared defy King George. They little dreamed the colonials would embrace the song on the way to kicking their butts back to England.
If you’ve got any liberals around, turn up the volume.
The New York Times “opinion team” has celebrated the 4th of July by running an “America is crappy!” essay (https://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/new-york-times-opinion-team-declares-america-isnt-so-great-were-just-ok).
They concede we’re still a little better off than North Korea, but way behind the enlightened socialist countries of Western Europe–some of whom, by the way, had to give up socialism years ago. We’re certainly not great! That’s why the piece bears the headline, “Please Stop Telling Me America is Great.” When we all know it’s only “just OK.”
The writer derides the notion that “we have freedom” in America. Other countries are free, and freer than ours, he babbles. He then lists a bunch of countries Hitler conquered during World War II, or would have conquered but for America’s intervention that today would be captive nations enslaved by the Third Reich, but for American sacrifice, courage, and power. And even today, most of those “free” countries are avidly expanding their list of thought crimes for which they can toss you into prison.
Yeahbut, yeahbut, yeahbut–we’ve got income inequality! Don’t you realize there are poor people in America? (Who, incidentally, have cell phones and color TV.) And we’re not solving Climbit Change and we make fun of Science and damnitdamnitdamnit we don’t have Hillary Clinton for our president!!!
On second thought, no, we’re not okay! We were never any good and we never will be–not until there’s global government!
I know–liberals always loathe their own countries. It’s in their DNA. They can’t stop doing it even on the 4th of July.
For the good of America, they must be totally defeated.
Holy moly, it’s not Saturday–it’s Thursday! What with all those doctor visits, and then me crashing and burning yesterday with allergies, I went to bed last night feeling like it had already been Friday. Anyway, it’s time for Newswithviews.
If you haven’t yet read That Hideous Strength by C.S. Lewis, you ought to go ahead and read it now. You’ll be amazed by how clearly he was able to see our own problems of 2019 when he wrote the book in 1943. It’s the third book of a trilogy, but I’ve never had a problem with reading it on its own.
For liberalism, leftism, call it what you will, is a satanic project aimed at un-creating God’s creation.
That’s why they have to be defeated.
The great thing for liberalism is that its followers don’t need to procreate. They just use the schools and colleges to take over normal people’s children.
And then they complain that normal people have too many children.
This is a dogma of the Climate Cult. The good news is that the whole Climbit change business is a lie; and even if it weren’t, how would paying higher taxes and giving vast new powers to the government control and altar natural processes on a planetary scale?
(Yeahbut, yeahbut, yeahbut–! Greenland’s gonna go ice-free by the year 3000! Great scott, what’ll I wear???)
If only deplorable people would give up all their modern “toys” and reserve those amenities to politicians and intellectuals!
This Independence Day, let’s declare our independence from the Far Left Crazy–and send them packing in the next election!
I can’t hear this hymn without remembering my mother singing it as she did her housework: I Need Thee Every Hour. This rendition is by Fernando Ortega.
I can’t say my parents were holy joes; but there was always a Bible in view (living room, their room, our room), always a picture of Jesus on the wall, and hymns sung or hummed or whistled as part of daily life.
I am glad we lived that way!
Are these little characters adorable, or what? And what equipment! Great big eyes, great big ears, dexterous little hands, the agility of a monkey, and a lively curiosity betokening a keen intelligence–plus there’s a suggestion that they are maybe not of this earth.
I’ve never known anyone who had a pet bush baby. I wonder how much trouble they can get into when you’re not looking.
For World War II tank buffs–the biggest tank ever, the Soviet Union’s T-35, the “land battleship.”
This monster, equipped with five (!) gun turrets, was just under 32 feet long and almost 11 feet wide, and weighed in at 54 tons. It was many times larger and heavier than anything the Germans had when they invaded Russia in 1940. But only 61 of them ever came off the assembly line, and most of them were lost in battle when they broke down due to mechanical failure and were abandoned by their crews.
It must’ve inspired more than a few anxious moments, to see one of these coming at you. But the problem was, the T-35 just didn’t work. It was very difficult to maintain, and who had the time or the equipment to maintain it? Sometimes bigger isn’t really better.
Well, it wasn’t the first super-weapon that didn’t live up to expectations; and it wasn’t the last. Something to keep in mind when designing–and paying for!–military technology.
My allergies are killing me again, and somehow I just can’t get up for covering any more nooze. So it’s time to hand over to Byron the Quokka…
G’day, mates! Byron the Quokka here, with Bell Mountain trivia question No. 3. I hope some more of you will play–nothing quite so blah as a game that nobody plays. And remember, the winner gets a bicycle–oops! I mean an autographed book.
Let me hit you with a question that’s only a little bit hard.
Question: Who was the outlaw who called himself “the king of Lintum Forest”?
I’ve never met another quokka who couldn’t answer this one, but the contest’s only open to you humans. Don’t ask me why. I guess we just like to see you folks enjoy yourselves. And we’re tryin’ to help Lee sell some books.