Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
Cats and dogs and a ferret–what kind of trouble can they get into? Thing is, they’re smart enough to invent mischief you haven’t imagined yet.
One thing about iguanas and turtles–they don’t do mischief. Probably because they’re highly moral animals. You’d never catch a couple of painted turtles tearing up a cushion. The very thought is monstrous.
Archeologists Floyd Gumbo, Sven-Ole Rabinowicz, and Rafael Santana moments before they were struck down by the curse
Three of the world’s least prominent archeologists have been struck down by an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh’s curse (sorry, no link: you’ll have to take our word for this).
Acting on information received from some guy on Youtube, Spigot University professors Floyd Gumbo, Sven-Ole Rabinowicz, and Rafael Santana discovered and entered what they believed to be the only ancient Egyptian tomb in Canada. Having deciphered the hieroglyphics on the door, which identified the tomb as that of the 34th Dynasty King Hutin-Holla, the archeologists proceeded to the burial chamber.
When they opened the sarcophagus, they found themselves unable to agree on how to spell the word and fell into a sharp three-way argument. It was at this point that Dr. Gumbo read the message imprinted on the mummy wrappings:
“Get your hands off me, you $#@&$%-&^%&$# ______ing *****ers!”
The language of the curse was so lurid, the archeologists fell down dead when they heard it. Even now, the surviving videotape of that last moment in the chamber is too dangerous for public consumption.
The Left has harsh words for everyone who isn’t them. The rest of us are racists, haters, biggits, white supremacists. All men are guilty of sexual harassment. We’re anti-science (gasp!), climate change deniers. We’re trying to impose a theocracy. Even the smallest dissent from their position is a hate crime. And so on.
Why do they do this? I mean, okay, sure, it’s projection–they’re consumed with hate, so they call us haters. I get that. But there’s more to it than just projection.
They need us to be guilty. Their ideology demands it. Their whole mind-set demands it. We’ve got to be guilty, or their whole psychology collapses.
Because if we’re all guilty, that entitles them to lord it over us. Because they’re righteous. Because it makes them better than us. It is at the root of their core belief that they have a right to rule us as they see fit. And it’s why they get so deliriously angry whenever we reject any of their de luxe fun pack of socialism, open borders, carbon taxes, transgender, abortion, speech codes, censorship, and all the rest of it. How can we be so ungrateful, so mean, as to spurn their utopian projects? How can we be so perverse as to block their construction of an earthly paradise? Don’t we understand that they’re The Smartest People On The Planet?
They cover up their deep self-hatred by hating everybody else. They seek to cure themselves by promoting themselves to gods. Having rejected the true God, they hunt for a replacement in the mirror: doesn’t take them long to find it.
Leftism is incurable by ordinary means, and certainly by the means that they adopt. They can never fill the hole. As soon as they got “gay marriage,” they shifted right into “transgender.” If they get that, they’ll go on to something else. They will never get enough. They will never be appeased. The gaping void within their souls will gape forever.
Because only Jesus Christ can fill it, and Him they reject.
Pray for them to receive the sovereign grace of God–and never stop working to defeat them.
Ah! More Christmas hymn requests!
This from Joshua: Ding-Dong Merrily on High, sung by the King’s College Choir at Cambridge.
O Holy Night still leads the Christmas Carol Contest with 25 views on the day it was posted.
As probably anyone might have predicted, the #MeToo Movement has gotten out of hand and become a parody of itself.
Just now, they’re busy doing Social Justice by getting Baby, It’s Cold Outside banned from the airwaves. So radio stations have been banning it, then re-instating it after normal people complain about the ban.
Up in Canada the fight for sanity is being led by 87-year-old and still-rockin’ William Shatner, famous for his role as Captain Kirk in Star Trek (and for a lot of other work, too). Shatner tweeted, “Call in to CBC [Canadian Broadcasting] radio all day and get them to play Baby, It’s Cold Outside until midnight.” He called the leftid twerps who want to ban the song a “Myopia Censorship Club” full of “2018 prudes.”
Yes, Bill–it’s this bizarre worldview in which the hookup culture shacks up with extreme prudery. How long they can maintain that incredible structure is anybody’s guess.
But see, if it wasn’t “#MeToo,” it’d just be something else. Like, every white person is a Racist. Every man is a sexual harasser. After a while, we don’t care anymore. The whole thing is about entitled schmendricks on the Left wanting to pick on everybody and lord it over them. So we all have to be guilty, which then gives them the right to bully us. They need us to be guilty.
A vote of thanks to William Shatner! He hasn’t backed down, and he’s inspired other normal persons to call in to radio stations and get the ban reversed.
Now, ordinarily I would never post on this blog a song like Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Really, it’s not my kind of thing and it has nothing to do with Christmas. If anything, it’s a sort of “winter festival” song, which means the lefties should love it. Anyway, I am making an exception now only because the tin-pot tyrants on the left forbid it. Take it away, Dean Martin!
Jack and Jill went up Capitol Hill…
One of the challenges of our time is reporting the news in ways that rhyme. Done from January through December, it might make the stories easier to remember.
https://leeduigon.com/2015/07/08/my-poetical-slip-is-showing/
Sorry–once you get started, doing this, it’s hard to stop.
“The White Rabbit” requested this hymn, and today’s his birthday–so may it bring you barrels of joy, Dave! Magnificat by Keith and Kristyn Getty–of course it’s in the Christmas Carol Contest: the “Magnificat” starts off the Gospel of Luke, we don’t get the actual birth of Christ until Chapter 2; and you can’t have a second chapter unless you’ve had a Chapter 1.
Are cats and dogs learning how to use sleds? Well, don’t worry until you see them on skis.
I’ve grown used to hearing humans complain about snow (not that it snows that much around here: we’re mostly coping with mud). Maybe we can learn from dogs and cats how to enjoy it. Well, I still enjoy it, but I just can’t get any.
Somethin’ tells me this video wasn’t filmed anywhere near by neighborhood. It almost sounds like the set-up for a good old corny joke: “A fox, an eagle, and a cat are standing on a snowy porch, and the fox says…”
Would anyone like to try to finish the joke?
There’s something special about this scene, don’t you think?
Another little treat for those of you who made it here today: God Bless Us Every One, by Nick Bicat, the theme music for A Christmas Carol with George C. Scott as Scrooge, 1984–wonderful treatment of the story, and packed with good, old-fashioned, robust Christmas music.
That’s old Shrewsbury Cathedral, down at the end of the street.