‘A Wee Memory Break’ (2015)

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I think just maybe you can  get into Heaven with a note like the one Rudi wrote to get us onto Island Beach (https://leeduigon.com/2015/12/15/a-wee-memory-break/).

I close my eyes–heck, I don’t even have to close ’em–and I can hear my father whistling Cindy, O Cindy as he repainted my bedroom. I can hear John playing a harmonica duet with his brother, Jakob, when Jakob came over from Holland on a visit. And I can see the sun glinting off the waves as I tried to learn to surf-fish.

Good, good things to remember! I wouldn’t sell ’em for a million dollars.

And every good thing is the gift of God.

Bonus Hymn, ‘All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name’

The power of Jesus’ name is something we need in our lives: to be without it is too horrible to contemplate. We need it here today, at my house; and for Jesus’ sake, everybody, please keep our fellow-servant Linda in your prayers: may the Lord deliver her out of danger. In truth we all ought to be praying for one another.

This video is by the choir and congregation of the Temple Baptist Church in Tennessee: they bring it when they sing it! All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name… Amen!

A Bedtime Story for Her Cat

This little girl would like to read her cat a bedtime story. She has a nice big book. I don’t think she’s learned to read yet, but for the cat’s benefit, she’s faking it–making up the story as she goes along. And the cat hangs on her every word.

A glimpse into Heaven.

By Request, ‘Amazing Grace’ on Panpipes

Joshua has requested this: Amazing Grace, played on panpipes by David Doring. Doring was born in Kazakhstan and there should be an umlaut over the “o” in his name, but I have no idea how to achieve that on my keyboard. Doring is a widely-traveled performer, so I can’t tell you which mountains provide the setting for this performance.

But I can tell you that God’s grace reaches even into the stones on the slope.

The Wheelie World of Hamsters

If you’re a hamster, the exercise wheel is where it’s at. Question: How come they don’t get dizzy? You could get dizzy just watching them. Question: Why don’t their legs fall off? Imagine if a human could run so fast, his legs were just a blur. How fast would that be?

Note: A crew of mice infiltrated this video by posing as hamsters. You’d think the long tales would have given them away. Obviously security was not all it could have been.

‘Comments Off/Disabled/Kaput/Whatever…’

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Thanks to readers who have let me know that comments were disabled for most of my posts today. I have since enabled them.

The reason this happens is because “Comments Off” is WordPress’ current default position, and if I want my readers to comment–which I do!–I have to take an extra step, with each post, to allow comments. Sometimes this extra step–two steps, actually–is easy to forget. All it takes is a small distraction while I’m in the middle of doing it.

If you wonder why I don’t contact WordPress and demand that they change the default position to “Comments On”–well, I’m afraid they’ll solve that problem but give me another problem that’s even worse. Like light blue letters on a grey background, or a microscopic type size… I just dassn’t open that can of worms.

The Giant Lemur

I’m sick of the news by now, I won’t write any more of it today or tomorrow. Instead, let’s hand off to Mr. Nature. ****

Jambo, Mr. Nature here–with the giant lemur of Madagascar, Megaladapis (and if you can pronounce that, go to the head of the class). We can call it “the koala lemur” because it was built like an oversized koala.

This is an animal that probably should still be with us. It only died out some 2,000 years ago–probably because of a combination of environmental stress (droughts and wildfires) and overhunting by newly-arrived humans. There are cryptozoologists who cling to the hope of discovering a live giant lemur somewhere in the island’s shrinking forests, but I’m afraid that’s wishful thinking.

If you’re into such things, take a good look at the jaw muscle attachment areas on the giant lemur’s skull: ideal for munching prodigious quantities of tough vegetation.

I find it hard to imagine an animal more harmless, more un-threatening, than the koala lemur. I grieve their extinction.

But God does have the whole universe at His disposal, it’s His, He created it, and who knows? Maybe he’s found a better place for these benign creatures. All we can do now is to marvel at what they must have been, not so very long ago.

Newspaper Calls for ‘Coordinated Attack’ on Trump

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“Objective news reporting,” according to our media

The Boston Globe–how many people still read it?–has called for a coordinated attack on the president of the United States by all of America’s newspapers (https://www.yahoo.com/news/newspaper-calls-war-words-against-193505874.html).

I thought they were already doing that.

They say they’ve got 70, er, newspapers already lined up for an editorial jihad on August 16. They’re mad because President Trump has called out the media for printing fake news. What–y’mean they don’t?

I’ve never in my life seen the nooze media wage war on anyone like they have on this president. They never rest. And it’s not just the papers; it’s all the talking heads on TV, plus Hollywood, plus our collidges and looniversities–it’s all anti-Trump, 24/7/365.

What do you suppose would have happened if even one conservative news source–presuming you could find one–had called for a coordinated editorial attack on President *Batteries Not Included? Racist, racist! Biggit! Hater! Nazi! And so on.

While normal people went peacefully about their business, leftists took control of many of our country’s institutions–the nooze media, “entertainment,” “education,” banks and other business corporations, and even our professional sports leagues. They were going to ram Hillary down our throats so she could finish the “fundamental transformation” that Obama started. They were going to wind up as the absolute rulers of Venezuela North.

They thought they had it in the bag. They were so close to their objective, they could taste it.

And then those pesky American voters snatched it away from them.

They can’t live with that, and they don’t intend to. They’ll overturn that election no matter what it costs.

And that’s why we don’t love them anymore.

Memory Lane: the Boomerang

It took me most of my life to learn how to throw a boomerang so it’d come back to me; and I had no sooner mastered the art than my boomerang disappeared. But then the local playgrounds in our town have all disappeared, too.

I don’t know if the boomerang ever matched the national impact of other summer fads, like the hula hoop, yo-yos, cracker balls–and we had local fads for pea shooters, pop rocks, and punks. Mr. Bruno across the street had a heavy wooden boomerang. He’d take it out to the schoolyard now and then and play with it, and all of us kids stood in awe of his expertise: the thing always came back to him. When I finally got a chance to try it–Mr. Bruno wasn’t home, his kids found the boomerang and sneaked it out of the house–it never even thought of coming back to me when I threw it. Heavens, no. The blasted thing sought out the nearest school bus window and crashed right through it. So much for that.

What touches off a fad? It can be something as utterly senseless as pet rocks, or something that takes a fair amount of skill and practice, like learning yo-yo tricks. (I still have my yo-yo. The cats like me to use it.) And then the fad disappears as suddenly and as mysteriously as it first rose up.

Hula hoops are back, though; and a few days ago, the kid across the way was banging cracker balls off the sidewalk.

Dem Candidate Admits, ‘I Hate This Country’

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Is this guy the actual embodiment of the Democrat Party, or what?

Steven Lamar, running for Congress in Georgia, was convicted last week of drunken driving. The police dashboard camera showed–for everyone in Georgia to see–the embarrassing details of his arrest (https://thepoliticalinsider.com/drunk-driving-democrat-hates-county/?utm_source=conservativedirect&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=tpi).

“I hate this country!” snarled this man who wishes to serve in its Congress. “I prayed to God that he would curse it…” Okay, he was drunk when he said these things. But as the old saying goes, “In vino veritas.” Some folks really have to be soused before they can say what they really think.

But wait, there’s more!

Mr. Foster currently owns an “adults only, clothing-optional lifestyle retreat.” Hot dog. Police in Honduras have charged four employees of his, uh, charity with trafficking cocaine. He has been investigated by the Army for allegedly stealing military supplies. What a peach.

In his police video he brags about having served jail time in six different counties.

In short, this guy has it all–everything it takes to be the ideal Democrat. True, he doesn’t run an abortion mill, but you gotta give him a big thumbs-up for having a lifestyle retreat. Where clothing is optional.

He’s got everything but donkey’s ears.

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