‘By the Mark’

We have this from my chess buddy, “Ohio Chess Fan”–By the Mark, performed by Dailey and Vincent, presented by Bill and Gloria Gaither.

Remember, the hymn shop’s open all day, open to all. If you have a favorite hymn you’d like to share, just let us know.

Cats Discover Water Beds

The cats in this video are astoundingly well-behaved.

I remember someone who had a water bed in her upstairs bedroom, and also a guinea pig–who got out of his cage, discovered the water bed, and decided to gnaw a couple of holes in it. None of us noticed anything wrong until suppertime, when the ceiling over the dining area started to give way.

Let us draw the curtain on that painful scene…

Bluebirds in the Snow

This from Mr. Nature, via the Texas Bluebird Society–look at all those bluebirds! I’ve never seen one in the flesh, although supposedly we have some in New Jersey. Are these among the most beautiful birds in all the world, or what?

And they can cope with winter. If they can, we can. Sure, we put out feeders for them, and that’s a help. But they can probably get by without us. God made them as they are.

And spring is coming–honest. I wouldn’t kid you about that.

Bonus Hymn: ‘I Sing the Mighty Power of God’

I don’t know why this particular hymn is in my mind today, but it’s welcome and I want to share it: I sing the Mighty Power of God, written by Isaac Watts in 1715 and still glorious today, sung by the Mountain Anthems. The phrase that moves me most: “all that borrows life from thee.” We are only here because He is.

I know things are pretty freakin’ awful just now–but look to the heavens, look to the earth, and praise the Lord for His creation. God’s stuff still works, and always will.

More Snow–and Then Some

Weather contrasts: Tropical Storm Karen and Winter Storm Atlas

I’m getting it with both barrels today.

First, more snow–my fault, of course, for liking snow. I had to go to the supermarket and stock up for the week. It was still snowing when I got back, so I went outside for my cigar. Somehow that made the snow turn into heavy rain and now we have a slush storm.

And in the adjacent apartment, they’re doing some kind of major construction project, providing us in our apartment with a symphony of loud hammering, loud drilling, and lots of banging around. If you’ve ever tried to write with heavy construction noises as your background music, you’ll know what I’m up against. But Patty has it worse: she’s trying to do our taxes. It sounds like they’re testing helicopter engines in the adjacent kitchen. I was going to write my Newswithviews this afternoon: dream on.

I think I’ll just post another hymn, and then try to go back to reading Sebastian Gorka’s book, which I’m reviewing for Chalcedon.

I hope I don’t go mad. They’ve just started with the power drills again.

Herod’s Men: UK Police

Merseyside Police apologise over incorrect 'offensive' claim - BBC News

You think our police are mindless servants of the power structure? They’ve got nothing on the cops in Britain! These guys are Herod’s men, right down to the cellular level.

Merseyside police have come under criticism (imagine that!) for their newest “hate speech awareness campaign” (https://freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/3936773/posts). As you know, “hate speech” is anything the Far Left Crazy doesn’t agree with.

So, upon receiving a nod and a push from the LGBT “community,” the Merseyside cops created a mobile billboard to cart their new slogan around town: “Being offensive is an offense!” And it’s got the Organized Sodomy rainbow flag, too.

In fact, there is no such law. Someone’s going to be offended no matter what you say or do. You can’t have a law against “being offensive” because then everybody would be guilty and would all have to be locked up. On second thought, that’s just the kind of scenario that titillates a leftist.

Anyway, the public is more than a little upset by this campaign, likening the Merseyside cops to the North Korean state police… So let’s see how long it lasts.

The Year of the Coward

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There are self-anointed prophets all over the place, these days, and marching right alongside them, a legion of liars. The prophets tell us everything’s gonna turn out hunky-dory. The liars tell us half a million Americans have died of COVID. Some folks have the mental agility to believe both.

No one ever calls out the prophets, and you’ll grow hair on a stone before anybody in our Free & Independent Nooze Media Inc. ever calls out Fuzzy Fauci on his fuzzy figures.

We keep hearing, “On such and such a date, such and such a thing will happen, and the Supreme Court will act, and it’s gonna be so great–”

Yes, our election was stolen. Yes, our country has been stolen. But let’s get this through our heads: No one in power is going to do anything about it… because they’re afraid. How much clearer do the courts have to make their position? They will not examine the evidence! Do they have to walk around in sandwich boards proclaiming, “We’re Not Listening!”?

Our leaders are not going to get us out of this. They refuse to face up to the responsibility. If they make some kind of half-assed examination and conclude, “Nope, nothin’ wrong here,” who’s going to believe them? Or if they find the election was indeed stolen–well, we can’t have that! It’ll mean more riots! So whoever can stage the biggest riot gets to run the show.

Don’t wait for RINOs to rally to our defense–ain’t gonna happen, ever. Don’t wait for any of the, um, “prophecies” to come true. Don’t expect anyone in power to say anything about King COVID that just might be true.

There are 75 million of us left without a country, because our country has been stolen away from us and we don’t know how to get it back. There’s no cop that we can call.

We have to pray. It’s all we have left. Our God is righteous and just, and nothing is too hard for Him. Pray He will show us the way out of this, and give us the strength to take it. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

‘So Where Do I Get the Funny Names?’ (2014)

Bell Mountain (Bell Mountain, 1) by [Lee Duigon]

My mother wasn’t the only one who was put off fantasy by the names of the characters. My wife felt that way, too–and a pretty odd way to feel, I thought, for someone who likes Russian novels.

Where do my Bell Mountain characters’ names come from?

So Where Do I Get the Funny Names?

Admit it–if you were reading a novel set in Japan, you’d expect the characters to have Japanese names. You wouldn’t expect them to be called Frank McGlothlin, Suzanne Jones, Reggie Smythe, etc., etc.

I need those funny names when I’m writing about the world of Bell Mountain. But I have tried to keep from going overboard with it.

By Request: ‘Holy, Holy, Holy’

Requested by “Thewhiterabbit,” an old church and Sunday school favorite–Holy, Holy, Holy, sung by the Altar of Praise Men’s Chorale. Background sets by God the Father, maker of heaven and earth.

Jumping Cats!

I once did two weeks of cat-sitting for a neighbor who had half a dozen cats in his apartment. He also had a plethora of hanging plants, some of them affixed to the ceiling. For almost the whole time, the cats ignored the plants: but then they went into full Tarzan mode. Oh, what a mess! Hanging from the overhead light fixtures, too. It was as if they had suddenly discovered how to fly and were making the most of it.

Sort of like the cats in this video.