Dig this! Wild peccaries, also known as javelinas, resting in the shade outside the office of our friend and colleague, “Unknowable.” Is that cool, or what?
If Mr. Nature were here, he would tell you peccaries are closely related to pigs: that’s why they look like miniature wild boars. They’re only half the size of wild boars and that’s a good thing, because they can be irascible.
They also kill and eat rattlesnakes from time to time. But these two don’t look hungry.
I am about to do something for which Rep. Frederica “Goofy Hat” Wilson (D-FL) says I ought to be prosecuted and packed off to jail (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfvwfB8M4qc)/
I’m going to make fun of members of Congress. Online. Here’s lookin’ at ya, Freddy!
There’s always so much competition, to be the Democrat weirdo of the week. You’ve always got to beat out Alexandria Crazy-O Cortez, not to mention a couple hundred other yinks. I wish I could remember who called “Beto” O’Rourke a Furry on a skateboard. And then there’s Congressman Einstein Johnson from Georgia, who says Guam will capsize if we put any more Marines on it.
Could we possibly do any worse if we chose our representatives by a lottery instead of an election? It’s embarrassing to be governed by creatures with no more sense than God gave a birdbath!
Hey, Dems! This is America, not North Korea. We have a God-given right to say what we think of you–and it ain’t good. But you go right ahead: propose a bill to criminalize making fun of Congress. Go right ahead and try it; we can wait. I dare you to do it. I triple-dog dare you.
Do you think it’s easy, satirizing dopes like you? You provide your own satire every time you flap your jaw!
Well, that’s the really hateful thing about communism: you get murdered by idiots.
This reviewer makes a big thing of being a former Calvinist, till he saw the error of his ways and converted to Catholicism. I never heard that he reviewed books only written by Catholics. All I know is, he won’t review books written by me.
So here we go again, having to point out the bleeding obvious: the Temple in Obann is not the Roman Catholic Church; it’s the Temple in Obann and nobody in it ever even heard of Catholics or Protestants.
I’m just sorry my Aunt Betty, a scholar and a nun, died before my books were published. I would have loved to hear her insights!
Honest, I didn’t know they were going to slip a Christmas song into the middle of this. I just wanted to hear a hymn I’d never heard before. And on a hot Fourth of July weekend, the snow appealed to me.
Glorious Light, performed by the kids at Fountainview Academy–I hope you enjoy it.
Stealing packages of kitty snacks, I understand that. But what does a cat want with a loaf of bread? And you’ve seen them open drawers and cupboards without hands. Imagine what they could get into if they had hands.
This video ought to make you appreciate your own cats more, who would never perpetrate any of the mischief shown here.
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I don’t know why that bird is hanging upside-down, and neither does the other bird; but I feel like I might join him.
I have just finished my humongous assignment for Chalcedon, to write a 2,700-word article on the current state of censorship by the social media and elsewhere on the Internet. Actually, I pooped out at 2,400 words. And I know there’s all sorts of stuff going to happen that would’ve been good to include in the article–but it just can’t be done.
I really wanted to include Marlene’s comments on the several times they’ve banned her, but somehow communications between us got cut off until today, and now it’s too late.
But what am I standing around for? I haven’t written Joe Collidge yet. Let me see if I can do it without melting into a shapeless mass of weariness.
Roll out the barrel, strike up the band, let’s celebrate!
On Monday my wife got an inhaler. Now it’s Friday, and she’s on Cloud 9 because her most pressing problem, chronic shortness of breath, has been dramatically alleviated. She has other medical difficulties that need seeing to, but this was the worst of them and it’s getting better. As an experiment, she went grocery-shopping with me today and sailed right through it.
Are we ever happy about that!
Thank you all for your prayers on our behalf: and thank the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost for hearing them and coming to our aid (I made sure to ask all Three!–although I haven’t forgotten that they’re One).
Their next invention: a robot that lets the air our of your tires and runs away
This has got to be the most superfluous invention of them all–an “Artificial Intelligence” (AI) system that can detect fake nooze created by other artificial intelligence systems… and also create fake nooze itself (https://futurism.com/ai-generates-fake-news).
Do they really think CNN needs any help in whipping up fake nooze?
Scientists at the University of Washington have programmed computers to do what so-called “real journalists” are already doing every day–creating and airing stories that simply aren’t true. Trump’s a Russian agent. Jussie Smollet was attacked by white supremacists. Covington High School kids picked on some poor old Native American war hero. Those stories were all fake nooze, not a word of truth in them: but each in its turn dominated the nooze cycle.
If there was ever anything that didn’t need inventing, it’s got to be a machine that tells lies.
I wonder if they were always so mean-spirited as they are today. I’m not counting college students going through a phase. It’s the ones who never grow out of it who can turn any conversation into an endurance test. But, as Martin Selbrede so often says, we are put here at least to try–and that with gentleness. No one ever got harangued into the Kingdom of Heaven.
But there is rejoicing in Heaven for every one of them who comes to Christ.