‘Thy Word Is a Lamp unto My Feet’

This is the first “modern” hymn I ever fell in love with–Thy Word Is a Lamp unto My Feet, sung by Amy Grant. Used to be, if I see a guitar or a microphone, I’m out of there. But posting daily hymns by request has broadened my horizons.

So if you want to make a hymn request today, please go right ahead.


Kooky Kritters: The Saga Continues

I’m sure a dog who takes it upon himself to transfer stones from one stream to another is worthy of a saga. Ditto the cat who grooms the owl, and the cockatiel who wants to pluck keys off the keyboard. I’ve studied the Icelandic sagas, and I have to say they’re kind of short on kooky animals. Thorstein Cod-Biter would have been much the better for having a pet turtle to take care of.


Back to the Book

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Where’s the Reset button for this day? We’re getting inundated with nuisance phone calls, some of them robo-calls in Chinese, and another one offering a reverse mortgage on our apartment: what in the world makes them think they can sell us anything by plaguing us?

So I typed up the third chapter set for my book and sent it off to Susan, to be informed that because of some computer claptrap, she can’t open it and read it… ah, fap. Just plain fap.

But I did get out there this morning and resume writing The Wind From Heaven, which is galloping headlong toward I don’t know where: the Lord has the steering wheel and I’m just writing everything down as He gives it to me. Chutt and Ysbott, you’re in trouble–let’s see you get out of these jams. Prester Jod, you need a telephone: too bad they haven’t been invented yet. The wind is blowing and all the characters are just hanging on.

And there’s another nuisance call–that’s at least half a dozen of them so far today.

And back to work I go.


Freshman Dis-Orientation

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They call it “education.”

(Thanks to Susan for the nooze tip)

Peggy Nance of Concerned Women for America accompanied her son to freshman orientation at Virginia Tech… and was appalled by “extreme and overtly leftist propaganda” (https://thefederalist.com/2019/08/14/sons-freshman-orientation-virginia-tech-full-leftist-propaganda/).

Looniversity authorities separated children and parents so no one would complain about “speaker after speaker” subjecting new students to Far Left crazy horse****. And of course they made a big thing out of “preferred pronouns,” going so far as to include it on each student’s ID badge.

“Parents,” said the nimrods who run the place, “don’t be shocked if your kid comes home changed.” Ya think? If they’re not turned into leftist babblers, it won’t be because the so-called school didn’t try.

Ms. Nance urges parents to contact their state legislators and demand that they prohibit unconstitutional speech codes at their children’s colleges–and, while they’re at it, also contact alumni associations and the looniversity president.

These looniversities are all funded by public money, and they are not the public’s friends.

Defund public colleges and universities now… while we still have an America worth saving.


Thank You, Don Quixote–er, I Mean Joe Biden

Who’s your favorite political kook? Which Democrat loon do you want to be our country’s next (and maybe last) president?

Don’t even start to make up your mind before you read and internalize this immortal quote from the oldest kook in the race, Joe Biden. Does he need to say anything else, to win our hearts and minds, and  claim his place in history?

Ready? Here it is–straight from the horse’s… er, mouth:

“We choose truth over facts.”

Didn’t Don Quixote once say that? Forget the musical, Man of La Mancha. In the novel as Cervantes wrote it, Don Quixote was as crazy as a bedbug and everything he touched, he destroyed.

We can’t elect Don Quixote president because he’s fictional–and anyway he’d be 500 years old. But Joe Biden’s almost as old, and he–oh, forsooth!–is real.


My Censorship Article

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As promised, here’s my article on censorship that I wrote for Chalcedon, published last week in The Chalcedon Report.

https://chalcedon.edu/resources/articles/a-way-of-censorship

There’s so much going on in the wonderful world of Internet censorship that I hadn’t a prayer of keeping up to date. The story changes by the hour. The only thing that doesn’t change is that Big Tech, in cahoots with the Democrat Party and other Far Left wackos, is trying everything they can think of to stifle conservative voices and manipulate next year’s national elections.

When I call these people neo-Stalinists, I’m not kidding.


So What’s Plan C?

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Lord Chutt, one of the villains in my Bell Mountain series–Can I say “award-winning series?” Can I do that?–has a fault: he can never imagine anyone behaving in any way but just as he would behave in the same situation. If he leaves his friends in the lurch, or betrays his country–well, heck, that’s what anyone would do.

Chutt has somehow transmitted that fault to the Democrat Party. They think anything that makes sense to them will make sense to everybody; so any dodge that’ll work on them will work on everybody.

Plan A was Russian Collusion. Well, Mueller made a pig’s breakfast out of that. So now they’re on to Plan B–Call Everyone a Racist. Do it every day for over a year, and be rewarded with a sweeping triumph in next year’s elections.

They reason as Lord Chutt would reason. Call a Democrat a racist, and instantly he resorts to flagrant groveling and extravagant apologies, never mind if the accusation is totally false. And he will do anything, he will vote for any crazy public policy no matter how it damages the country, to prove he’s not a racist.

That’s how they think America will react to their railing accusations of national racism. America will react as they themselves react.

Warning! There are already subtle indications that Plan B will go belly-up sooner than they think. Behind the scenes, while the cries of “Racist! Racist!” continue to echo through the newsrooms and the $50,000-a-plate dinners, party apparatchiks and media presstitutes are trying to cobble together a Plan C. Just in case this racist thing runs out of gas.

What will it be? What would Lord Chutt do?

Our esteemed colleague “Watchman” thinks the next big Democrat thing might be “Recession! There’s gonna be a recession! And it’s all Donald Trump’s fault! Vote for Bernie/Beto/Pocahontas/Spartacus [fill in the socialist wacko of your choice] before the whole country goes under! Only Big Government and Open Borders and real high taxes can save us!”

I think Watchman might have something there. Alleged comedian Bill Maher has been praying to Lenin for a recession–who cares if the country suffers, as long as Democrats win? It doesn’t seem like he’s the only one.

Whatever Lord Chutt would do, and I don’t know what it’d be, it would be two-faced, cowardly, selfish… and in the end it wouldn’t work.

 


‘Why Is Fantasy So Mean to Women?’ (2015)

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Oh, come on now! What was the publisher thinking?

I love good fantasy; but there’s enough truly rotten fantasy published every year to line the whole world’s bird cages several times over.

Not that it’s anywhere near the only thing that bad fantasy gets wrong, but it is perhaps the most annoying thing: its treatment of women. If a female character in a stupid fantasy is not The Invincible Female Warrior, you can be sure she’s in for a hard time.

https://leeduigon.com/2015/01/13/why-is-fantasy-so-mean-to-women/

Ordinary family life taught me that this vision was preposterous. The Bible teaches me that it’s wrong.


‘I Need Thee Every Hour’

I love the 19th-century hymns–especially the ones my mother or my aunts used to sing as they went about their housework. I Need Thee Every Hour first appeared in 1872. Sung here by the Mennonite Hour Singers. Background sets by God the Father.


‘Jurassic World IV’: Hedgehogs

I thought that headline might prove irresistible.

Anyhow… I’ve never had a hedgehog, but there’s something about those little characters that makes me smile when I see them. I have heard that they are most closely related to ladybugs and school administrators, but I don’t see that at all. You can tell by the way they run that they’re mammals.


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