Source: Fallacies of Pop Christianity
This is a family get-together for the folks in Denton County, Texas, at http://www.music-folk-play-hymns.com . Still Sweeter Every Day is a 19th-century hymn. And you know what I like about this video, in addition to its content? There’s a little baby in the back row, and it sure looks to me like even the baby is trying to sing along.
It’s 5 a.m. and you’re asleep. Well, you were asleep–until your cat decided that was enough sleep for you. And what cruel and ingenious, but very simple, method has he concocted, to force you out of bed? Is there no limit to the torments a feline mind can conceive?
Oh, yes, they have minds, all right. Never, never doubt it.
This was one of those things that just pop into my head for no reason: the old Ballantine Beer jingle, vintage 1960–from an ad on the Jean Shepherd show, no less.
I was too young to stay up and listen to Jean Shepherd. For us kids, “Hey, getcha cold beer!” meant New York Yankees baseball broadcasts. The Giants and Dodgers had deserted us, and there were no Mets yet, so it was Yankees all summer long. Brought to you by Gillette Razor Blades (“You’ll look sharp, and you’ll feel sharp, too!”) and Ballantine, brewed right here in New Jersey. Mel Allen in the broadcast booth, saying “How about that!” And it was mostly day games, back them.
And also in the daytime, the crack of the bat from the athletic field next door, where some of the guys on the high school baseball team would get together for a pick-up game. On rare occasions, they would allow some of us 11-year-olds to play with them. Oh, paradise! I hit a home run once, in one of those games: I’ll never forget it.
I wasn’t old enough to drink beer, but for some reason I really dug those Ballantine commercials. No school, play all day long, clip baseball cards to our bikes so they’d rub against the spokes and sound like a motor–yeah: it was good.
All week long I’m peppered by publicists with invitations to review their clients’ latest books. And some of them–oy, have they got a wrong number!
This week’s offer is a novel about polygamy, touted as “Fifty Shades of Grey for men.” In case you missed it, that aforementioned book was a celebration of sadomasochism. I don’t propose to give the title or the name of the author of this current book–no free publicity for you, sunshine. Besides, it’s only one example plucked out of a multitude.
The publicist enthused about “the protagonist’s quest for the holy grail of sexual fulfillment”–translation: fornication with a lot of different women whenever he pleases–and called it “an enchanting tale of personal development and fulfillment.” They’re big on fulfillment. I think it means gratification of lust.
Does this sound like narcissistic self-worship to you? Sure does to me.
Why do I even mention it?
Because “entertainment” in all its forms, including dirty novels, is self-education, with the popular culture as the classroom. And nothing we can accomplish in politics or economics will be of any use to us as long as we continue to let our culture disintegrate into pure moral imbecility. A degenerate people will not produce decent leaders or decent public policy.
Kill the culture, and the culture will kill you back.
My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. (Psalm 121:2)
Our help had better come from the Lord: this job is way too big for us.
Robert Knight has written a brief expose of the ACLU’s efforts to swing local elections (with Philadelphia being Ground Zero for the project) by harnessing convicted felons to canvass for Democrat votes ( https://townhall.com/columnists/robertknight/2017/05/23/the-aclus-excon-army-n2330448). Must be nice to have a convicted murderer ringing your doorbell on behalf of some left-wing candidate for prosecutor.
Money is pouring in from George Soros (of course). And get this. They call it the “Campaign for Smart Justice.” There are two words you should be afraid of when liberals invoke them, and they are both in that title: “smart” and “justice.” Trust liberals to give “justice” a bad name.
You’d think Democrats would be ashamed for their party to become known as the galloping felon party; but liberals are incapable of feeling shame. They are eager to mobilize an army of ex-cons: and, as one observer remarked, although it would clearly be against the law to do so, not much would stop them from wheeling the voting machines into the prison and allowing jailed felons to cast ballots.
The corruption is as deep as the sea and as high as the Himalayas. It wells out from the sinful human heart, stirred up by Satan. With its ceaseless promises of free stuff, social justice (whatever that is), and lots of fornication and never any adverse consequences, humanist liberalism is the welcome mat on the doorstep of Hell.
Only the sovereign power of God can and will defeat it: Our Lord Jesus Christ, on the cross, already has defeated it.
But it has pleased God to invite us to serve Him. We must not let the darkness overwhelm us: just about impossible, on our own; but the Lord will give us strength and courage, if we ask Him for it.
Swirling darkness and confusion, corruption as deep and as wide as the ocean, folly heaped on folly, delusion hailed as truth and wisdom, wickedness enthroned–
But the light of Jesus Christ is the light they can’t put out. And this is the only true light, the only light for us to see by.
Light of the World–written by Charles Wesley, performed by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band.
This video never quite gets to where it wants to go, but it’s still a rather sweet ride. Watch the cat train the humans to play with him in the snow whenever he wants. Their reward is a lot of affection! Man, the only way I could ever get either Peep or Robbie to sleep in my lap would be if I had a lapful of scallops… which would be a bit messy.
My wretched sinuses have gone back to sleep, and today I finally was able to start typing up the first six chapters of my new book, The Temptation (No. 11 of my Bell Mountain series). Two chapters now in the can!
Will it have giant flightless birds in it (see above)? You bet! It will also have heroes and villains, courage and cowardice, the whole shootin’ match. Not to mention a couple of new characters who have just recently shown up at my door.
Meanwhile, there’s a comment contest going. Whoever posts Comment No. 15,000 wins an autographed book. There are about 300 comments to go, so don’t say I didn’t give you notice. Anyone can play, and all comments are eligible except for comments abusive to anybody else on this site, or containing profanity or blasphemy, commercials thinly disguised as comments, or remarks simply too inane to be considered.
I will try to arrange a gaudier prize–say a six-week Caribbean cruise aboard the luxury liner Patna, much refurbished since Lord Jim abandoned it–but of course I can’t promise to pull it off.