Lee Duigon

In 1927 Tod Browning made a silent movie called London After Midnight, starring Lon Chaney Sr. as an evil character returned from the dead as a predatory monster. The film, considered a horror classic, no longer exists. The last known copy was destroyed in an accidental fire in 1967. If you happen to have a copy, you could sell it for a fortune.

In 1928 a man on trial for murder offered as his defense the claim that Chaney’s performance in London After Midnight made him temporarily insane and drove him to kill someone. The jury didn’t buy it.

So, okay, one movie did not drive one individual to commit murder.

But what about a colossal, endless flood of sleazy and unwholesome movies, TV shows, novels, comic books, video games, political speeches, and public education? Could such a deluge of filth, going on without interruption for 70 or 80 years, tear a big chunk of Western society loose from its moral moorings? Or  can we just wallow in this muck forever without being in the slightest bit affected by it?

Just asking…

Get over to the Drudge Report today and check out the stories at the top of the page: under the leadership of our First Voter Fraud President, the federal government is hauling in millions of telephone records a day.

They say they’re doing it to protect us from terrorists.

The only problem with that is, this bunch in Washington thinks we are the terrorists, and those guys over in the Middle East, with the turbans, and the bombs strapped to their bodies, are their friends. We know that because cadets at West Point are taught to view Baptists and Catholics as every bit as bad and dangerous as al-Qaeda, and the “president’s” adviser on “religious diversity” in the military, one Mikey Weinstein, is on a jihad to purge Christianity from the armed services. We know it because they’ve got the IRS harassing non-progressives and demanding to know the content of our prayers.

Now they’re studying our phone calls.

Because I don’t believe it’s possible that there might really and truly be “millions” of potential terrorists hiding in our midst, I’ve got to believe Big Brother is spying on a lot of us who aren’t terrorists. And we just let him go on doing it.

You can be sure that, hundreds of years from now, when people look back on the history of the United States, they will most certainly not say, “This was their finest hour.”

A Greegie Award this week, for egregious stupidity in government, goes to the dolts who run Sir John A. Macdonald Jr. High School in Calgary, Canada.

As reported in the National Post, May 31, a 13-year-old boy saw two of his fellow students having an altercation. When one kid pulled a knife, the boy charged into the fray, knocked down the Jack the Ripper wannabe, and disarmed him.

For which he soon found himself in trouble with the school officials. Instead of saving someone from a knifing, school officials said, he should have run off and hunted up a teacher, explain the situation, yatta-yatta… and meanwhile some kid is doing a Ginsu demonstration on his classmate’s abdominal cavity. But the school, said school officials, “doesn’t condone heroics.”

Yes, this is the spirit of the Ecole Polytechnique Massacre of 1989, Montreal–in which a crazed gunman invaded a college campus with the loudly announced intention of killing women. He permitted the male students to flee for their lives while he shot the females: and flee they did. Perhaps the Ecole Polytechnique didn’t condone heroics, either. They certainly didn’t get any.

Please bear in mind that Canadian public educators do teach children that, potential fatal stabbings notwithstanding, when they see something really awful going down, like gender-stereotyping language or homophobia, they’re supposed to swing right into action.

You don’t have to be a president or a prime minister to destroy Western civilization. Every public school vice principal can do his bit .

Once again my daily Bible-reading program has brought me around to Judges, and through it. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to revisit it before I can truly say I understand it.

There are a lot of stories in Judges that really aren’t very nice: the book is a history, so that’s what we should expect. Ehud smuggles a weapon in to a private audience with the king of Moab, and assassinates him. Sisera takes refuge in Jael‘s tent, and after she lulls him to sleep, she drives a tent-spike through his head. The tyrant Abimelech murders his brothers, puts down a rebellion, and comes to a shameful and violent end. We read of the tragedies of Samson and Jephthah.

And then at the end come two truly awful stories. A man named Micah steals his mother’s silver, then restores it to her–so, naturally, they melt it down and make it into an idol! And of course a wandering Levite agrees to become their personal household priest, ministering to the idol. And sure enough, a big gang of Danites, seeking a new homeland, steal Micah’s graven and molten images, threaten to kill him if he tries to get them back, and the Levite is more than happy to go along with then and be their priest–complete with idols.

The last incident in the book tells the story of a gang-rape committed by the inhabitants of a town belonging to the tribe of Benjamin, and how all Israel went up against Benjamin. And Benjamin refused to surrender the guilty parties, and fought against all the 11 other tribes of Israel at once, and was almost made extinct.

Is any of this any way for God’s people to behave?

They must have known better. They had the Ten Commandments. The Ark of the Covenant was among them. Note: the actions of Ehud and Jael, although they may seem to us unsavory, are presented as righteous actions to deliver Israel from oppression. And Samson and Jephthah, while they had their faults, fought mightily against God’s enemies.

But what are we to make of these last two stories in the book?

Pray, ponder, and meditate…

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.