Memory Lane: Sergeant Rock

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When the first issue of the Sergeant Rock comic book came out in 1959, World War II was a vivid memory for millions of Americans. Most of us had fathers who’d fought in it. War movies–you could see a different one every day. War-themed TV shows, from Combat to McHale’s Navy. Toy soldiers everywhere.

And Sgt. Rock, the comic book. How many of you remember it?

I never really got into this comic, although I did raise an eyebrow when the Sarge and Easy Company wound up on Dinosaur Island. But mostly they fought the Germans: hardly a fair fight, given Rock’s superhuman powers. You wonder why the war took as long as it did. He practically ate German troops for breakfast.

The series petered out in 1988. There was going to be a Sgt. Rock movie starring Arnold Schwarzenegger, but nothing came of it.

My father was in the Navy, serving on an ammunition supply ship–a vessel which the Navy took pains to keep well out of the reach of enemy submarines. He never saw the enemy, and they certainly didn’t allow the ammo ship to get anywhere near combat. Dad’s brother was a Marine serving in Puerto Rico–no Sgt. Rock-type war stories from him, either.

Easy Company just never caught on with anybody in my family. I much preferred Donald Duck and Uncle Scrooge.

A Quick Question!

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I don’t know that anyone has ever asked this question, let alone answered it:

How does Superman get a haircut?

I mean, he’s invulnerable, right? Indestructible. Bullets bounce off him like spitballs. So isn’t his hair like the rest of him? If you could cut his hair, wouldn’t you be able to cut him?

By now he ought to look like Cousin Itt from The Addams Family.

And how would he cut his toenails and fingernails? The scissors or nail clippers would just break–right?

Someone ought to have thought these things through.

Reeding Grate Litterture!

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Haters thay think jist becose we in Gender Studies “it” meanes we hasnt got no taiste in litterture! Boy is that stopid thing to say! We “are” Interllecturals so of corse we reed grate litterture al the time!!

I has reeded al the grates,, Spiderman and Battman and Trans Formers witch “is my” favrote becose al them chacterers thay “are” Trans Gender! and to-day we “had a” guesst lectrer she teached us al “abuot how” Not to reed Racist litterture wrote by Wite Privledge Hattero-Sexist Mails! Becose it wil Rot yuor Mind and yiu only shuld “reed” litterture by wimmim and gay and peple thay are Not wite!

She sayed the porpose of litterture it “is to” Expant yuor Mind and make you Self more Progrestive! so i buyed me a isstue of “this” Doom Patrol Comick becose it got a pitcure of this hear Wite Mail he turnt into a Monster part Tryanosaurrus and part Octapuss! i think he “looks” like Donold Trumpt! and it taked me a Long Time to reed it and then i Had “to” throw it Out becose it didnt have no Gay Heero in it! and Besides it was “kind of” Racist tooo!

From Now On i wil onely reed litterture that cellerbates Diversity and thare istnt no Bynary Gender peple in it!!! and i wented To our Statchue of Pressadint Obamma and prombised him I wuld nevver reed no more Strait Wite Prifflidge litterture no more! That sure Made me feeel better!

PS, somboddy he jist toled me That thare wasnt no Octapuss in that comick After All it was some “kind of” Tree insted so now i has got to treye to Get my monny back!!!

Comic Book to Offer ‘Trans’ Super Hero

I detest comic books and super heroes, the whole idea of super heroes–and after you real this, maybe you’ll understand why.

To help feed the liberal-brewed fantasy that there is this huge population of transgender people “living in the shadows” (like illegal aliens who only come out to commit crimes), AfterShock Comics, in September, plans to introduce Alters, a comic book featuring the world’s first transgender super hero, named “Chalice.” (  http://www.bleedingcool.com/2016/06/23/the-worlds-first-transgender-superhero-paul-jenkins-and-leila-leiz-launches-alters-from-aftershock-in-september/ ) As in Charles + Alice = Chalice. Ain’t that clever? But what else could you expect from “a diverse team of creators”? Translation: a gaggle of moral imbeciles.

Yes, folks, we do need this in our culture, don’t we? Yes, from now on we’re just going to create ourselves, and have no more use for God.

Do we really want to be created, or re-created, by idiots? Is that what we really, truly want?

Because that’s what we’re getting.

The Not-So-Fantastic Four

For those of you who are into super-heroes, be advised that not all super-heroes make the grade. Here are four that didn’t.

Skin Man. Essentially a complete human skin with nothing inside–no bones, flesh, blood, or organs–Skin Man stops crime by flinging himself on top of the bad guy and impeding his movements. A lot of readers said they found this “just too gross.”

Blunder Woman. Her motto is, “There’s no problem that can’t be solved by sheer stupidity.” Blunder Woman is unusual in that she is actually a villain who always tries to help criminals carry out their evil schemes. But her incessant blundering causes all the crimes to fail.

Captain Whine-O tries to stop the bad guys by following after them and whining about how mean they are. They just can’t shake him off; and because he has no real substance, shooting him doesn’t work. In the end they ignore him and do the crimes anyway. But it isn’t as much fun as it should have been.

Dr. Suzy Snoozy, aka The Incredible Hulk of Nothing, suffered a freak accident in her lab one day. Pelted by special gamma rays, Suzy now, whenever there’s a crisis, turns into a gigantic paramecium. Unfortunately, before she can intervene in any crisis, she must reach the nearest body of water as soon as possible and crawl into it before she dehydrates. But then there’s not much a paramecium can do about anything, anyhow, even if it is as big as a full-size human being.

Oh, well. At least they all had nice costumes.

Why Do I Read Bad ‘Christian’ Novels?

People who know me have asked me why I’m spending so much time reading the Bible-based novels of “Abner Doubleday” when I could do something more profitable, like counting chunks of gravel in the driveway.

Well, I do it because I think it’s important.

Over the past hundred years or so, Christians have pretty much surrendered all the arts to the unbelievers. This is ground that ought to be won back for Christ’s Kingdom. And what I have to say about novels, and fantasy novels in particular, goes for movies and TV shows, too.

The problem is that Christian readers, writers, and publishers too often settle for creating stories that merely imitate the secular product–with a bit of prayer or Bible-reading slapped on like decals. They not only imitate the secular product: they imitate it poorly. More often than not, “Christian” entertainment products are cheap knock-offs of the secular originals.

This ought not to be; and writers and editors and publishers who settle for it ought to be held accountable. There is no excuse for making “Christian” synonymous with “second-rate.”

For one thing, it puts off Christians who want to read something, for a change, that’s not a celebration of sin. For another, it fails to win over non-Christian readers: all they know is, they’re reading a novel that isn’t very good.

To market a book as “Christian,” and expect the label to cover a multitude of literary sins, is not unlike offering God, as a sacrifice, sick, aged, or deformed animals out of the flock. God takes strong exception to that! (See Malachi 1: 7-12) “Ye offer polluted bread upon mine altar; and ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? In that ye say, The table of the Lord is contemptible” (v. 7).

To create an inferior product and then try to fob it off as “Christian,” meaning it doesn’t have to measure up to a novel by an unbeliever, strikes me as practically a sin, if it is done knowingly.

And so, yeah–novels that treat the Bible as a comic book without pictures, and wallow in stupid dialogue and non-stop anachronisms, I do not think are fitting to be served up on the table of the Lord.

The Lout in the Gym

I wanted my exercise yesterday, so I went to the Y to play some basketball. “You should know, we have no heat in the gym today,” they told me at the desk. I said I’d work hard and generate my own eat.

Well, they weren’t kidding–there was no heat, and the gym was very cold. That’s why I was the only one in it. But I worked myself hard, and the cold wasn’t cold enough to make me stop.

By and by another guy came in, and he used the other basket. And then a third man entered the gym.

He brought some kind of gizmo with him, set it up on the bench, and began blasting the gym with really loud, really crummy “music.” Just like it was his gym and he was the only one in it.

This is what you get when people are raised by comic books and video games. This lout, this oaf, goes shambling through life unaware that there is anybody else who ought to be considered. He is oblivious to the presence of others. The only way he’ll stop doing something is if someone makes him stop.

You see more and more of this lately. There are now yobbos who double-park on the busy main street of my home town, creating traffic jams for everybody else. They park wherever they feel like parking. They play their “music” at you. When they walk their dogs, they leave the neighborhood decorated with little plastic bags full of faeces. They toss their fast-food scraps into your garbage can. They aim powerful floodlights at your bedroom window all night long. They talk on their cell phones as loud as they can in restaurants, in movie theaters.

Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong and our culture is in good shape.

More Church ‘Relevance’

Radio personality Todd Friel has written a book, Judge Not (with Not crossed out), about some of the goings-on in some of America’s so-called evangelical churches ( http://www.amazon.ca/Judge-Not-Todd-Friel-ebook/dp/B019DD7LBA ).

The item that caught my eye was the incident of the pastor zip-lining into his church dressed up as Spiderman. My earnest desire to wake up went unfulfilled. You’re already awake, you’re stuck with it.  Crikey. Like, it ain’t real unless it comes out of a comic book? Somehow this was even worse than the youth pastor sticking peanut butter onto some kids’ armpits and having other kids lick it off.

No, I’m not making it up. I wish I were.

The churches with the Star Wars nativity scenes say they’re trying to be “culturally relevant.” I think that’s probably a sin. In fact, I’m certain it’s a sin. At the very least it’s a show of flagrant disrespect to God by persons who are supposed to be His servants. I would not want to have to explain such actions to the final tribunal.