Lee Duigon

All of a sudden the freaks who shape our popular culture want girls to turn into boys and boys to turn into girls. What that is supposed to accomplish, who knows?

But in order to spur it along, they’ve come out with a new cartoon show pitched to children aged 2-11. Uh, the headline says it all: “SheZow brings gender-bending fun to Hub Network” ( http://www.channelguidemagblog.com/index.php/2013/05/31/shezow-brings-gender-bending-fun-to-hub-network/ ). The idea is, there’s this 12-year-old boy who puts on a magic ring so he can turn into a superhero who’s a girl… feh.

To quote from the article, “SheZow not only defeats the bad guys, but his new identity also helps Guy in his attitude towards the opposite sex.” Barf-bag, please!

This particular abomination originated in Australia.

My question is, why is this “gender-bending fun”, etc., such a swell idea? What benefit are we supposed to derive from having this kind of thing rammed down our throats? If there is some crackpot out there who can explain what great good this is to confer upon the human race, I’d be keenly interested to hear your reasoning.

Maybe it’s just a bad dream.

A bunch of college students at the University of Colorado Boulder–that state is going to pass Massachusetts on the way to rock-bottom–gleefully signed what they thought was a big “thank-you card” to the IRS. Their actions have been immortalized on video ( http://dailycaller.com/2013/05/30/college-students-thank-irs-for-illicitly-targeting-conservative-groups-video/ ).

OK, the thing was a hoax set up by a College Republican who wished to give liberal students a golden opportunity to make fools of themselves. They pounced on it. Meanwhile, former celebrity Bette Midler tweeted her thanks to the IRS: “Thank you! Thank you for denying 501 c-4 to any group who hates,” with her own Amen Corner in the background.

Apparently there are a lot of people who would just love to see the United States turned into a banana republic where the law is so fluid as to be no law at all, and the ruling party makes the rules from day to day. It’s called “fundamental transformation” and our first Voter Fraud President has pledged himself to it.

But the real issue here is that, in return for exorbitant tuition payments and a virtual guarantee of lifelong debt and problematic employability, students attending the University of Colorado have been thoroughly instructed in the fine art of clueless idiocy. All right, maybe a few of them signed the thank-you card for a goof. But who was Bette Midler goofing on?

Well, as the saying goes, freedom-schmeedom–as long as our guys are on top, who needs freedom?

I’m not at all sure I can keep the following post entirely G-rated. If you are easily offended or grossed out,  please come back tomorrow. I’ll have gotten this story out of my system by then.

Anthony Wiener, who resigned from Congress in disgrace after sending photos of his genitals to a number of women who most definitely had not requested them, is now running for mayor of New York City. A few days ago, he turned up at the Greater Springfield Memorial Church, in Queens, to kick-start his campaign.

We are indebted to the pastor of this church for his extremely simple explanation of Wiener’s way off-the-wall behavior. The ex-Congressman, said the pastor, just plain “made a mistake.”

Nothing was mentioned about making the same one over and over again. Showing up late for a movie because you misread the schedule, or locking yourself out of your car–those are mistakes. Sending obscene pictures of yourself to women–again and again–seems more like something you would do on purpose.

But, no, it was just a “mistake,” said the pastor in the pulpit. And he went on to say, “Moses and St. Peter made mistakes, too.” He also likened the disgraced politician to the Prophet Ezekiel.

We are beginning to wonder just who is making mistakes. What kind of pastor raises a notorious pervert to the level of Moses, Peter, and Ezekiel? Is this man quite all there? Or was he trying to bring Moses, Peter, and Ezekiel down to Wiener’s level?  Imagine yourself sitting in a pew, knowing what Wiener did (again and again) to bring shame down on his head, and listening to your pastor liken him to Moses. And St. Peter.

I mean, what’s he going to say next week?

I think I’d better leave that to your imaginations.

With the Boy Scouts turning into the Gay Scouts, and the rest of our culture being destroyed before our eyes, we hear, and are going to hear, a lot of flatline Christians and spiritual-but-no-religion types pretend to quote the Bible by saying, “Judge not! That’s what Jesus said! Never, never, never make any kind of judgment about anybody or anything!”

They take two words from one verse (Matthew 7:1, repeated in the same context in Luke 6:37) and try to nullify the entire moral teaching of the Bible. Hey–someone breaks each and every one of Ten Commandments every day? Judge not!

But when it comes to the secular teaching that sodomy is good and God, if there even is a God (which they deem most unlikely), is wrong for condemning it; and if you Christians reject it or oppose it, then you’re wrong, too–well, Christians who get conned by the “judge not” argument have totally failed to understand the scriptures.

In this case we do not have to judge, because God has already made the judgment for us, and caused it to be written in the Bible. The judgment is that homosexual activity is an abominable sin, worthy of the most severe condemnation.

And so, by refusing to recognize it as a sin, because we have been buffaloed by the “judge not” chorus and we want them to think we’re nice people, we then set aside God’s judgment for a stupid judgment of our own. It’s for a good reason, of course: we want those people to like us and to think we’re hip to the times.

Lord, deliver us out of this evil age. This is not a time I want to be hip to.

One of the local merchants in our town had his store’s annual fire inspection this week. Everything was found to  be in order–except, said the inspector, “you haven’t yet paid the annual $50 fee.”

“I haven’t paid it yet because it’s not due until June 1,” said the merchant.

“All right, then–for the time  being, I’ll write you up as  being in violation for not paying the fee, and then when you come in and pay it, we’ll rescind the violation.”

“But the fee’s not due until June 1. That’s next week! How can I be in violation for not paying it, when it’s not due?”

And at this point the inspector cut off all discussion with the magic words, “Well, that’s just the way we do it, and that’s what they tell me to do. It’s policy.”

Do you ever get the impression that these people who tell us what to do, from the White House on down to your own town hall, aren’t quite all there?

 

I haven’t got the heart today to write about the Boy Scouts becoming the Gay Scouts. With a holiday weekend on tap, I find myself waxing nostalgic.

Here are a few of the places that I used to know. They have been erased from the earth, bulldozed, paved over, by that jolly “green” environmentally-friendly political party whose name starts with a D. It is as if they never were.

Well, maybe I imagined them. But if I have, then the world that I’ve imagined beats the living daylights out of the real thing–as Puddleglum might say. Anyhow, here they are: once real, now gone.

1. Hangman’s Tree. This was a mighty tree that stood in the heart of a woodland that no more exists. From high up top in Hangman’s Tree, you could see practically to Egypt. It was a brooding black tree, and kid legend had it that they used to hang people from that huge, slightly curved branch some ten feet from the ground. We once freaked out a new kid on the block by leading him through the woods to Hangman’s Tree, all the while filling his ears with scary stories. Meanwhile, one of our set had gone ahead and hanged a doll from that big branch. So when we got there, we feigned shock and dismay, “Oh, no! They’ve hanged another one!” And you should’ve seen the poor newbie take off. Whoosh!

No trace of it remains.

2. The Spring. Not far from the very edge of the woods, this little spring bubbled up from the ground. The water was cold, no matter how hot the summer day, and indescribably delicious. Everybody in the neighborhood drank from it–my father used to bring bottles and fill them–and no one ever got sick. It’s all under a parking lot now.

3. Daredevil’s Creek. I have no idea how it got that name. It was just an ordinary little brook, bordered by some of the nicest blackberry patches you’d ever want to see. Some of us had the impression that the frogs here were bigger and bolder than elsewhere. The creek was right next door to a seasonal pond that we all used to play in. The pond is now paved over, and the creek has been chased out of existence by a development featuring streets named for poets.

4. The Foxhole. No one had a convincing theory as to why there should be this big hole in the middle of the woods. It was really much bigger than a foxhole, but we children of the Fifties grew up on war movies and we insisted on calling it The Foxhole. Even as a small boy, I sensed there was something magical about the site. But this particular  magic has been paved over.

I could go on. Every place I remember leads me to remember yet another one. I’ve lived in the same town all my life, and there’s practically nothing left of the places I grew up in. A few neighborhoods have remained basically the same.  Oh, but one last memory…

5. Quiet Sundays. These were the sounds of a summer Sunday afternoon here, once upon a time: the faraway crack of a bat, or clink of horseshoes; the occasional “clack-clack” of a non-motorized lawn mower; doves cooing; Mel Allen’s voice on the television, “How about that?” As opposed to what we have now: leaf blowers, heavy traffic, and really rotten music played at high volumes by idiots.

Mai ou sont las neiges d’antan?

“Please detail the content of the members of your organization’s prayers.”

That’s what the IRS demanded of a pro-life group in Iowa when it applied for tax-exempt status, we learned during a Congressional hearing a few days ago, as reported by The Examiner on May 17.

It has taken me a while to wrap my brain around that one. Really–they want to examine the content of your prayers? Now that’s a lulu. Just when you thought they’d reached rock-bottom, they burst right through it on their way to Hell.

Maybe they’d be interested in this prayer:

“Father in heaven, now looks like it would be a very good time for some Old Testament-style smiting. Please, Lord, sweep away these wicked, godless fools and undo all their works: let no trace of them remain. And raise us up some decent, godly leaders to take their place and lead this poor, fallen nation to repentance. In Jesus’ name, amen.”

I hope they like it.