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Tomorrow (*sigh*)

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Well, I won’t be here for much of tomorrow. First I have to go to the vet’s for Robbie to have a checkup, which we didn’t expect to do quite this soon; and then I have to take Patty to Motor Vehicles to have her driver’s license renewed. They need to make sure she didn’t turn into someone else since the last time they renewed it. Here in glorious New Jersey, unless you’re an illegal alien, you have to prove you’re you before they let you drive.

I’ll try to put up a few early posts before I go, and I hope you readers stay with me. If I can’t manage much that’s new, I hope you’ll take the opportunity to browse among the archives. There’s all kinds of stuff to read.

Meanwhile, we’re getting a torrent of paperwork demanded by the state regarding Aunt Joan’s microscopic estate. You’d think she left a million dollars. I expect myself to die of old age before this work is finished.

I’m tired.


A Learning Experience

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A couple of my chess buddies are trying to teach me how to do this. Can they succeed, where several generations of intelligent, good-hearted persons have failed?

Well, let’s see… If this works, one of jessicafischerqueen’s fire-eating comments should appear in the space below. Fingers crossed.

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I think you should provide the source link for your analysis.

On the same topic as above, if you look on the link I just posted, there are only three comments, but all three are strongly against the idea of taking down the portraits of white men.

I tell you the silent majority will show up at the ballot box and in numbers. This Stalinist cultural revolution will destroy itself before it destroys western civilization.

You heard it here first- these outrages will increase in idiocy and violence leading up to the next presidential election, and the Republicans will win in a landslide.

Ironically, if the Stalinists wish comes true and they succeed in deleting western history, then future white men can begin claiming that black gay transgender crippled retarded Islamic women enslaved the Whites. “Just look at all those black gay transgender crippled retarded Islamic women portraits and statues!” they will cry.

“I tell you it was just terrible…”

This is one of the dangers of attempting to obliterate history- you may get caught up in the obliteration.

All totalitarian political movements attempted to, and continue to attempt to, erase history.

“Year zero” is their eternal goal.

This is true of <Mao, Stalin, Hitler, Pol Pot, Ho Chi Minh, Enver Hoxa, Fidel Castro, ISIS, and the boneheads in charge of the lesbian gay trans idiot white-hating anti-Christian pro-Islamic coloured disabled and transdisabled who get elective surgery to disable themselves because they identify as cripples movement.>

If Egypt were in the United States, these morons would be hysterically demanding that the pyramids should be destroyed because the work force involved slaves.

I wonder how long it will be before students begin claiming that they “self-identify” as stupid? This way they can avoid taking responsibility for their terrible marks in Collidge.

“I should still get this great job even though my marks suck, because I self-identify as stupid.”

Young people who are too lazy to do even that much can self-identify as Kangaroo Rats and live in peoples’ homes as pets.

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Holy moly! It worked! And I had better go lie down.


My Judo Career

I got picked on a lot, once upon a time. But one day, when I was 13 or 14, I bought a paperback called Combat Judo Made Easy by Claude St. Denise, and was immediately intrigued by a throw called O-Goshi (“major hip throw”), I think because I really dug the name: as in “Oh, gosh!”

I studied this for a while, and when my friend Jimmy came back from a summer vacation in Florida, I suggested, “Let’s wrestle.” And, wonder of wonders, I tried an O-Goshi and it worked like a charm. Jimmy was impressed. With all my friends, we practiced a lot of other throws out of the book: Hiza-Garuma (“knee wheel,” “as if you were turning the steering wheel of a car”), Seoi-Nage (“shoulder throw”), and all the other basics.

My father got interested and signed me up for lessons at Judo-Kai, with great instructors who had trained in Japan. I took to it, and halfway through high school, I won the only trophy I ever won in my life–the Judo-Kai school championship, with three schools competing. Meanwhile, I got great prestige in high school by throwing guys around. One former enemy thought it was so cool, he had me throw him several times.

In college I joined the Rutgers judo team and, in a state tournament, had my proudest moment. Our team was going to win a third-place trophy, if only we could beat a very tough team from Menlo Park–anchored by one Dr. G., a 5th-degree black belt. We were half a point ahead, and it was my lot to go up against the doctor. If I could manage a draw against him, our team would win the match–and probably the only trophy that any Rutgers team would win that year (we got clobbered in the NIT basketball tournament). I did it, and Rutgers won the trophy.

But I got soured on the whole business by a special brown belt promotional tournament, sponsored by judo’s regional governing body. It was set up so that all I had to do, to win the right to take the brown belt test–which I would have easily passed–was to win three matches in a row against guys who knew as much judo as I did and were as big as dinosaurs. This, I thought, was a very raw deal. The dinosaurs won, and I dropped out of organized judo.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve thrown anybody, and I’d probably do myself a mischief if I tried it now. But I do think I’ve still got a few O-Goshi’s left in my bag of tricks. You don’t forget the basics.

It was fun while it lasted, and it did get the bullies off my back.


Unexpected Picnic Guests

Everybody loves a picnic–not just people and ants and yellowjackets (wow, do yellowjackets ever love a picnic!), but just about any kind of animal that you can think of. You’ll see ’em in this video.

I had to use it because the iguana in the video looks just exactly like my own iguana, who was my boon companion for 17 years. The only difference is, that if that were my old pal, there wouldn’t be any strawberries left over. He was mad for anything red, especially strawberries and tomatoes.


My Morning (*sigh)

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The landlord never did fix the pipe in the cellar, so now I’m off to spend the rest of the morning vegetating at the laundromat, with “The View” on TV, oh, boy–move over, Mr. Bean. Anything’s better than listening to “The View.”

I’ve also got to whip up a Newswithviews column. It’s a lovely cool and sunny day, but I’ll be lucky if I can find some time for my new book.


A Sobering Thought

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All I said, yesterday, was that I don’t want to debate atheists anymore, I’m not good at it and I don’t have the patience for it. And the roof fell in: unprecedented number of comments, most of them from angry atheists who interpreted “I don’t want to debate” to mean “I’m just dying to debate you!”

By this time I hope we’ve all learned that it doesn’t take much social media savvy to make a little band of malcontents look like a multitude. That’s what they want you to believe. It’s supposed to intimidate you. Scare you. Like, who are you to stand in front of that towering blue wave of atheism? (Oops. Seem to have conflated atheism with the Democrat Party. Can’t imagine how that happened.)

Even so, I was amazed at how quickly they found this little tiny blog that nobody ever heard of, and how quickly they swarmed out of their hive to sting me. You’d think just about anyone would have better things to do.

To me it was a reminder that there aren’t many of them, but they are very good at exercising power and seeming like they’re many. Militant atheism is another one of those micro-constituencies that has our political system eating out of its hand. And shaping public policy. And owning big pieces of our popular culture: Hollywood, for instance.

If the Church were that fanatical and that organized, that would really be something to be afraid of. Heaven forbid that that should occur–unless Our Lord Jesus Christ Himself, whose right it is, should rule it in person.


Debating Atheists

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My hat is off to Christians who can and do debate with atheists. I stood in awe when former Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams debated atheist bigwig Richard Dawkins at Oxford–and won. Beat the bad guy on his home turf.

But of course he didn’t convert Dawkins, and I have yet to meet a Christian who says his arguments swayed any atheist–although I live in hope that someday I will.

Meanwhile, I don’t know how they do it. “I know I’m not going to convince the atheist,” says one, “so this is for anybody else who might be listening.” I salute that: stand up and cheer.

I can’t do it. To me, atheism never sounds like anything but High School Charlie “Look how smart I am,” blah-blah-blah. And I get emotionally involved, which makes my logic suffer. I don’t have the patience for it. You never make any headway with them; it’s like debating with a chair.

So I’m glad that others are able and willing to shoulder this burden. I am sure God blesses their honest efforts.


Racing Against the Rain

It’s been really hard, trying to write the first chapter set of my new Bell Mountain book, His Mercy Endureth Forever. What with holidays, doctor visits, deaths in the family, and lots and lots of rain, I’m far behind where I expected to be by now. And it looks like it’s going to rain some more, so I’d better get back outside, back to work, toot-sweet.

Poor Queen Gurun. Is she being offered a chance to go back to Fogo Island, to her family? There’s a man who is pretty sure he can build a ship that could take her there.

Meanwhile, up from the south comes trouble. Big trouble. For everybody.

So I can’t stay here and try to gin up readership. Here’s hoping the readers will rev it up themselves.


Here’s Lookin’ at Ya

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Some of you will have already noticed I’m back from the eye doctor. I was there all morning, and the only excitement was when the lady at the desk read from the wrong piece of paper and announced a cost about eight times higher than it should have been. Other than that, no change. Except to confirm that my new glasses work really well.

Here, today, readership is low and I had to hustle to crank out a Newswithviews column. We still have a shot at 7,000 views for May, if the pace picks up a bit. And I hope everybody noticed The Silver Trumpet is at last on sale.

What I really want to do now is everything I can to boost readership of Chalcedon’s new/improved website, http://www.chalcedon.edu .That’s why I’ve been posting articles from that source. It’ll help us a lot if readers share those Chalcedon articles on the social media. To say nothing of enhancing my job security.

Anyway, if you like these posts, please take a couple of minutes to share them on whatever social media you use.


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