You’ve Heard of Blind Guides, But This is Worse

Here in this little town, two miles across, with its eight churches, we find a trendy, high-end gift shop which is about to shift to a new location a few blocks up the street from its old one. To celebrate the occasion, the owners will hold a seminar on how to get in touch with “your animal spirit guide.”

Eight churches.

A hundred years ago most people who dabbled in this sort of malarkey proudly claimed a “Red Indian” spirit guide. Sic transit Chief Running Bear. I guess that has become Politically Incorrect. So now, when you want supernatural advice, you get a hamster or whatever. You might even be lucky enough, we are told, to discover that your Animal Spirit Guide is one of your own beloved pets that has passed on.

Eight churches.

The perpetrators of this business are not poor Haitian immigrants but well-to-do, college-educated, white women. They seem like very nice women. I have patronized their store for years, not knowing that they also offered tarot readings on the side. I am very sorry to learn that they wish to be guided by pagan fortune-telling cards and the spirits of animals.

Eight churches, by cracky.

What would be going on here if there were no churches?

Words of Warning

For the turning away of the simple shall slay them, and the prosperity of fools shall destroy them.

–Proverbs 1:32

Is there any single verse in all the Bible that better describes what is happening to our poor, fallen country?

You would think no self-respecting nation would ever hold hearings in a state house for men dressed up as women to demand the legal “right” to use women’s public lavatories. And it’s true: no self-respecting people would dream of doing that. But we Americans have abandoned self-respect, so nowadays this scene, and many others like it, is played out all the time.

Why does our representative government represent not us, but various groups of villains who prey on us? No illegal alien drug dealer, no militant sodomite, no hip-hop gangsta, no shari’a freak, no atheist ever wants for representation at any level of the government. Hence a Massachusetts State House thronged with ugly men done up as women and hideous women done up as men, and representatives elected by supposedly normal people all vying with one another to champion these aberrant characters.

If you want anyone in government to listen to you these days, you’d better leave the country, change your name, and sneak back in illegally. Or commit some other crime. Then you’ll be eagerly represented.

We Americans are used to peace, prosperity, and easy living. This has turned us into simpletons and fools. And that’s why we have a government suited to the management of simpletons and fools.

Some Things I Do Not Miss

Miller dinosaurs–I’ll always love ’em!

I’m prone to nostalgia, and there are many things I miss–like drive-in movies, wax dinosaurs by the Miller Company, half a shelf-full of Andre Norton at the library, the Constitution… But there are also things I don’t miss. True, our culture deteriorates steadily, and its overall condition was better in the past than it is now. Still, here are a few relics which I hope never come back.

1. Jeans commercials. I still break out in a cold sweat if I think I hear You’ve got the look… This was back in the 1970s, and they got chumps to pay exorbitant prices for a pair of jeans, thinking it would make them hip or sexy. The ads generally featured a really skinny couple ogling each other like a pair of gargoyles. One brand was advertised as “dangerous.” Feh!

2. Tony Orlando and Dawn singing “Tie a Yellow Ribbon.” I am well aware that we have music today that makes this piece sound like a Bach cantata. But it struck me as pretty horrible at the time, and it strikes me as pretty horrible now.

3. Amy Fisher and Joey Buttafuco. This pair of schlubs rose to prominence a couple decades ago with their vomit-inducing story of sex among hideous orang-utans. Stupid gavone gets involved with idiot young floozy, who shoots his wife so she can have him all to herself… yechh! This case generated I dunno how many made-for-TV movies, plus whole books and an infinity of newspaper and magazine articles. If it ever came back, it would probably cause the end of the world.

4. Hippies. All right, they haven’t really gone away. They grew up to become the Democrat Party and trash the country. So they’re much more harmful now than they ever were. Still, it was mostly the hippie movement that made the 1960s the decade in which America began irretrievably to roll off the cliff. If you are unfamiliar with hippies because you’re too young, just imagine a bunch of Occupy Wall Street-ers who are too lazy to start a riot.

5. “Scientific proof” that you should buy the sponsor’s product. Guys in lab coats with charts showing “the valley of fatigue” and demonstrating the “nasograph.” True, this kind of thing was vastly more harmless than “scientific proof”–that is, false data–that the earth is warming and we’d better give the government huge, undreamed-of powers, plus all our money, so schmucks like Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi and that golem in the White House can save us from “climate change.”

That’s enough from me. I’m sure you can think of a few cultural icons you rejoice to see no more. Don’t be bashful–tell us about them.

‘The Fugitive Prince’ on Kindle

OK, now you can beat those crazy international shipping fees. Readers in Canada, the UK, Australia, and everywhere else–The Fugitive Prince is now available on Kindle from amazon.com.

We’re still at work updating the book’s page on this site, so if you want it, go directly to the amazon.com website. You will save an enormous amount of money on shipping.

Soon we hope to have the entire Bell Mountain series on Barnes & Noble Nook as well as amazon’s Kindle.

The clay tablet cuneiform version has been delayed indefinitely.

Where Are the Children?

I was well enough to go on errands this morning, which took us up and down the county. I kept my eye out for children at play on a nice summer day.

Sort of like trying to spot the ivory-billed woodpecker.

Hey, this isn’t funny anymore–what have they done with all the children? No kids playing in the parks, or on the residential streets, or in the big back yards (all those swings and sliding-boards and see-saws going to waste). I did see maybe four or five very small children, all told, but I didn’t count them because they were with their mothers.

I was looking for free-range children riding bikes, playing ball, pitching horseshoes, messing around in the creeks, or just hanging out together without some adult breathing down their necks to make sure they follow the program. I couldn’t find any. Aside from the rare, lone adult pedestrian, the only sign of human life was people in cars. A visitor from another planet might mistake the car for a life-support system.

This ain’t natural, folks. I dread to contemplate a future inhabited by a generation whose every thought has been spoon-fed to it by someone else. Morlocks and Eloi, brethren. Morlocks and Eloi. God, save us.

I’m Sick

Yup, I mean it literally–sick as a dog, no figure of speech. So don’t expect too much out of me today. I was looking forward to working on The Glass Bridge, but I don’t think I can manage it now. Maybe this is one of those 24-48-hour bugs that shakes you like a terrier shakes a rat, and then drops you and moves on.

So my ambition for today extends no farther than to read some of the Andre Norton book I got out of the library. Search for the Star Stone (actually two books in one). That’ll be more than I could have done last night.

Andre Norton–remember her? One of the all-time greats in fantasy and science-fiction, flourished in the 1950s and 60s. If you’ve never read Andre Norton, you should remedy that right away. She started out as a fantasy writer, then branched out into science fiction; but to me her science fiction always had an air of enchantment to it. Nobody writes anything quite like it today. Then again, nobody but Andre Norton ever did.

 

How Should I Answer This Atheist?

Help me out, O readers–how should I answer an atheist who says God is cruel and unjust, on account of all those innocent people He kills off in the Old Testament–and that the Bible is not the “good book,” but the bad book?

I think his arguments are sophomoric and inane, and hardly deserving of an answer. But answer them I must, because I don’t know who else might be reading: it may be someone who very badly needs an answer.

To avoid the risk of misrepresenting my opponent, you can read his comments and mine on the “Playground Player Chessforum” at http://www.chessgames.com . Scroll down to the menu at the bottom of the page, click “Chessforums,” and then look for the little green dinosaur and “playground player.”

Adam, of course, was the first to blame God for his own sin: “The woman that you gave me, Lord, made me eat of the forbidden fruit.” (Genesis 3:12). So if we want to deny free will, which we do at our peril, we can say it’s all God’s fault for making us the way we are. It would be hard for any eight-year-old to come up with a more persuasive argument.

We might want to ask, If God is cruel and unjust, then how can Jesus Christ, God’s Son, be any better? “He who has seen me has seen the Father.” (John 14:9) But who can point to anything cruel or unjust done by Jesus? Either He truly represents the Father, as He says He does, or He doesn’t, and must therefore be a liar.

Antichrists great and small want to get rid of the Bible so they can do whatever they please without being judged for it. But if they hadn’t, in their secret hearts, already judged and condemned themselves, they simply wouldn’t care about the Bible. They would not protest so much unless they knew they were guilty. Otherwise their behavior makes no sense.

I don’t expect to convert the atheist. God has tapped me to perform this service, and I must do the best I can.

Stomp the Flag and Hit the Jackpot

I don’t know about you, but I sure could use $85,000.

I had just received an email this morning from someone called “The Slot Guru,” offering me his booklet on “How to Win Big” at the slot machines. But I was distracted by a news item that demonstrated a surer way to hit the jackpot.

As reported by The Daily Caller ( http://dailycaller.com ), July 7, a high school English teacher in South Carolina has been paid $85,000–plus his regular salary and benefits, plus $32,000 in attorneys’ fees–for stomping on an American flag in front of his class. In three different periods, no less. In recognition of his childish behavior, school officials suspended him with (of course) full pay.

Now the taxpayers have to pony up for an out-of-court settlement to avoid a lawsuit. The flag-stomping teacher sued the school district for breach of contract (it’s virtually impossible to fire a unionized public school teacher), defamation (like anyone but this doofus himself is to blame for showing himself to be an ass), and–ta-dah!–“emotional distress.”

I cannot explain why school officials thought they’d lose this lawsuit if it came to court.

So we must suppose it’s okay for a public school teacher, battening on the taxpayers, to tear down their country’s flag in front of their children and grind it underfoot. Come to think of it, we ought to applaud him for showing so vividly what public education is doing to America on a much bigger scale. It’s almost Biblical in its symbolism.

Do you suppose he would have been paid $85,000 for stomping on organized sodomy’s “rainbow” flag? Or the Mexican flag?

Meanwhile, American parents continue to send America’s children to schools where they are taught, by the likes of this flag-stomping teacher, to despise America.

That’s another thing I can’t explain.

Borrow ‘The Borrowers’

When you were a kid, did you ever wonder how come your chess set, one morning, had only 15 pawns instead of 16? Were your little green army men stealthily deserting? And why did your mother insist you took  her pack of needles, when you never touched them?

Mary Norton solved those mysteries in 1952 with the publication of her award-winning young readers’ novel, The Borrowers, following it up with four sequels. I mention it now because there’s a crying need for kid-lit that doesn’t corrupt its readers or pollute their minds.

I read all the Borrowers books not long ago and enjoyed them tremendously. I wish there were more. Kids will like them–I say “kids,” but I really mean all readers whose imaginations are not yet ossified–for the fantastic situations set out in the stories, the vivid characters, plots that are long on suspense, and pure fun.

Anyhow, it’s the Borrowers who cause small, common household objects to disappear. The Borrowers are these tiny people who live under your floor, or between your walls, or inside your piano–wherever they can remain safe from discovery–and live by “borrowing” your stuff. Their lives can be very snug and cozy, but can also be quite dangerous. Mary Norton’s books follow the hair-raising adventures of a family of Borrowers.

There are also two film versions. There’s one by the BBC from 1993, starring Ian Holm as the father in the Borrower family, and Sian Philips as the housekeeper who tries to exterminate them. We have it as a VHS that some bozos thought would be even better if they constantly interrupted it by comedy bits by an American comedian I never heard of, who isn’t funny. So we have to fast-forward those. Aside from that, it’s a good movie, lots of fun.

Another version, starring John Goodman, was made in 1997, but I’ve never seen that one.

If you’re looking for some high-quality entertainment for your kids (or for yourself), you can’t go wrong with The Borrowers. Borrow these books from your local library. Black-hearted knaves won’t enjoy them, but you will.

How to Argue With a Lib

Oops! The headline is misleading. After all, you can’t successfully argue with a liberal, anymore than you can argue with a bird-bath or a fence-post.  So probably the headline should be, “Why You Can’t Argue With a Lib.”

My wife and I were discussing British socialists the other night, and I marveled that persons who seemed otherwise intelligent simply can’t see that socialism has been a total bust all over the world. There’s no denying it–the bigger the dose of socialism a country gets, the bigger the failure. Even Red China has had to change to a market economy, while preserving the name of communism. And to the extent that China can’t resist the urge to impose government controls on the people and the economy–to build things that never should be built, and to refrain from buildings things that really need to be built, simply because the state is the supreme authority–to that extent will China fail: almost certainly in your lifetime and mine.

So why can’t socialists (and other libs and progs) see that their hair oil doesn’t grow hair, their seeds sprout only into weeds, their boat doesn’t float, and their cockamamie system depresses productivity?

Because it’s their religion.

They don’t believe in God, they don’t acknowledge the authority of Scripture. The state is their god, its political leaders their angels, and its teachers’ unions their priesthood. They are incapable of questioning any of it. That’s why, if you do try to argue with them, and are uncivil enough to subject them to facts and logic, they instantly resort to shouting, name-calling, and threats. You are a racist! You are a bigot! You are a hater! In the interests of peace and love and harmony–not to mention diversity–you must be beaten senseless.

So, no, you don’t really argue with a liberal. You just have to find some way to get him out of office.