Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
What are we to make of an animal who finds a patch of the thickest, blackest, slimiest mud imaginable–and sticks his face in it? And then there’s the old conundrum of how to carry the long stick through the narrow passageway. This has stymied many dogs, although any parrot can figure it out in a few seconds.
But just try making Lassie with a parrot or a cat, and see how far you get…
Dean Martin 1, Far Left killjoys 0
Hey, y’know that song you’re not allowed to sing or listen to? Yeah–Baby, It’s Cold Outside. The one the leftids have been protesting like their alleged lives depended on it.
We’ve just learned that this 1944 seasonal ditty, in its 1959 rendition by Dean Martin, has hit the Top Ten in the digital sales charts (http://fortune.com/2018/12/19/baby-its-cold-outside-top-10-digital-sales/). Since the “protests” started, its sales have gone up 70 percent.
Nyah, nyah.
My only question is: If Political Correctness, Far Left Killjoy crap is as unpopular with the American people as it certainly seems to be… why do they keep shoving it into our faces?
Who would have ever expected this lightweight pop song to get the Great Pushback started? But we know from 1 Corinthians 1 that God just loves to use little unimportant things to knock down Big Important Stuff.
We has got to Stop “this” Chrissmiss becose it “is” Religgin and Religgion it “Is” Unconstatuchinul!! So this moaning we Had a Big Demminstratchin and Protest aginst that Chrissmiss song Baby “It” is “Cold Out Side!”!
This stopid song it is religgius and it Is hat speach and now thay “are” not aloud to Sing it hear at Collidge! and hear is Wyh it is so Hatefil!!!
Frist it cant Be “Cold” outside yiu stopid Haters becose of Globble Warming!! This song it is Hatey becose it is Sciance De Nile!! How many “Times” we got to say this???? Chrisschians thay De Nye Sciance becose thay “ownly” whant To De-stroy The Whirld!!!!
Seckind it Is Aginst #MeTwo to cal a wimmin a baby!! and Babys thay are Unconsatuchinal tooo! thare shuldnt be no moar Babys!! thay ownly get Born to keep Wimmin down!!!
Thrid this hear “song” it is so full of Trans Fobea it “makes” “me” Sick!!! Do yiu reelyze thay got Only Two Genders in this Hatefil “song”??? Thay gone and Exclooded al the “rest”!” How “can” we Make eny Progrest wen thay alow “songs” “Like” this that has got nun of al the Other Genders in it???
So we has maked “it” aginst The Rules four this hear “song” for enny One to sing “it” arowned hear,, If yiu doo yiu whill Get Expellt!!! Fromb nowh On yiu “can” only “sing” Songs abote Pressadint Obamma and Hillery and howh grate Thay are!! and that it Is The only “kined” of Chirsmiss that wil Be aloud!!!!!
Requested by Erlene: O Come, O Come, Emmanuel is a Latin hymn from way back in the 12th century.
If you’re wondering what good it does to post hymns, think about this comment I found on the Youtube page: “I’m an atheist. After listening to this I realize how it feels like to believe in him.”
Give God the glory for that.
From our friend, “SlimJim”. We are not alone. —LD
Surely, when you were in your early teens, there was at least one other kid in town whom your mother, in no uncertain terms, warned you to steer clear of. “He’s no good, he’s headed for either reform school or prison, and don’t you are go around with him! Or he’ll get you into the same kind of trouble he’s in.” You’ve got to have heard that, somewhere along the way.
Listening to the news yesterday, I heard how New York and New Jersey and quite a few other states are racing to see which can be the next state to legalize marijuana. They all mean to do it as soon as they can. Why? Because the sale of pot will supposedly create a “revenue stream” for the state–just like it does for the pushers.
Also on the table is legalization of sports betting, so that the state will profit from people ruining themselves–but hey, we’ve already got a whole bunch of lotteries, and casinos, and–you guessed it–those are a “revenue stream”!
A few commentators are also talking about legalizing prostitution.
And suddenly it came to me. “The no-good delinquent my mother told me to keep away from, because you don’t need a bad companion–why, that bad companion is the freakin’ government! It’s the government wanting to lead people into drugs, gambling, and fornication.”
And man, they’re kidding themselves about those revenue streams. Wealth is created, in any economy, by alert, motivated people in the context of a strong and stable family, in a sane and orderly community. Wealth is not created by stoners who’ve pissed away their paychecks betting on stupid sports–and who have no families, only fleeting sexual connections and probably an STD or two. Wealth is used up by these losers.
So here’s the government volunteering to lead untold hosts of suckers into vice, all for the sake of a revenue stream that’s only going to be used up taking care of these failures when they crash and burn, or as they shamble pointlessly through life.
I am sure that, at least once upon a time, American governments wanted citizens who were sane, decent, and productive.
And now, it seems, they don’t.
Before you instantaneously cry out “No!” or “Yes!”, let me add the qualifier, “sort of.” Are they sort of real? Were they ever sort of real, even if they aren’t anymore?
https://leeduigon.com/2015/01/04/are-unicorns-real/
God’s creation is too vast for any human mind to grasp. Every day we find something in it that we’d never seen before.
I mean, we can’t even be 100% sure of what’s in the New Jersey Pine Barrens–let alone the taiga forests and sprawling tundra of Siberia, thousands of times bigger.
Save some room in your mind for wonder.
If you went over to my aunts’ house anytime around Christmas, Andre Rieu was on their TV. They couldn’t get enough of his Christmas specials. I like to remember this.
Anyhow, here he is with his Johann Strauss orchestra–Andre Rieu, O Holy Night: dedicated to Gertie, Millie, and Joan.
Cats do spend an awful lot of time sleeping, but anything can happen to a sleeping cat. If I fell out of bed as often as some of these cats do, I’d have to strap myself in. And cats dream–sometimes very vigorously. Like some of us, when we dream we’re playing basketball.
But they do have us beat, hands-down, for cuteness.
Oh, for a hatchback! That’d make this job an awful lot easier.
For many years we got our Christmas tree at a local nursery where my family had always bought our tree, going back to when I was a baby. But the town got rid of it, and now we have to go to Home Depot. We loaded most of the tree into the trunk and tied the trunk down. Happily, this time it didn’t pop open again.
Along the way, we acquired a fresh duck for Christmas dinner–so we are almost all ready. All I’ve got left to do is wrap presents. Then it’s just a matter of vacuuming the floor and setting up the tree. We’ll trim it on Christmas Eve. We have a string of tree lights originally from my Grandpa’s store in the 1930s: they all still work. Every one of our ornaments has a story and a history. We use them all.
Christmas and Easter, Christ’s birth, His death and resurrection, are the fulfillment of the most profound hope of the human race. It’s fitting that we celebrate these holy days. They ought to be the high spots of the year, to be remembered and cherished all throughout the year, in all twelve months.