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Why Are Libs So Awful?

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The noozies are trying to pass off yesterday’s shooting attack on Republican Congressmen as a mere aberration demonstrating the need for more gun control laws, like the kind the killer broke in preparing for his murder spree.

But we know–don’t we?–that this attempted mass assassination was preceded by innumerable calls for violence on the part of Democrat “opinion shapers” in the media and Hollywood. Townhall columnist John Hawkins has collected a sample of twenty of these remarks, with their authors identified by name (https://townhall.com/columnists/johnhawkins/2017/06/15/20-liberal-calls-for-violence-against-conservatives-in-quotes-n2341401). Warning: most of the comments he collected contain vile language.

He doesn’t mention former Attorney General Loretta Lynch, a few months ago, suggesting that now would be a good time for more “blood in the streets” (https://leeduigon.com/2017/03/05/mischief-in-high-places/). Well, Loretta, yesterday you got some. Satisfied?

So they’re up there urging their fellow psychos to attack everyone who isn’t them, because “the Russians stole the election” and this is “#TheResistance,” blah-blah. And surely you could not have failed to notice, yesterday, the leftids on the social media rejoicing that one of their number had the spunk to try to murder a whole bunch of Republicans.

But they’re always saying stuff like that. Whenever anyone opposes them in any way, they come out in force, wishing that this person and everyone in his or her family die slow and painful deaths, etc.

What makes them so awful? It’s easy to explain. Their awfulness is the direct consequence of things they believe.

What things?

*That even liberals of embarrassingly modest intellectual resources are way, way smarter than even the most brilliant conservative. No kidding–they think they’re all geniuses, and if you don’t acknowledge them as such, they fly into a genuine rage. It makes them very capable of the violence they routinely display, these days.

*That even liberals of the most depraved moral status, guilty of foul and base behavior, as long as they support liberal shibboleths like abortion and homosexual pseudomarriage, are infinitely more righteous than the deplorables who don’t support those things. Indeed, that makes them so very righteous, it frees them from any constraints of conscience.

Their “smartness,” and your stubborn, ungrateful, and stupid refusal to defer to it; and their total righteousness, compared to your wicked opposition to all things deemed desirable and good by liberals (like gender reassignment surgery, f’rinstance)–just those two beliefs alone account for what we see and hear.

And based on what I see and hear and read from liberals, they’re getting worse, not better.

They’ll kill us all, if that’s what it takes for them to get what they want.

 


Self-Education via Pop Music: Foolishness 101

One of the ways we continually educate ourselves is by consuming pop culture. And just so you don’t think this present time has a lock on truly ridiculous ideas expressed in music, dig this award-winning turkey from 1962, sung by Jack Jones: Lollipops and Roses.

Do you believe these lyrics? “Make it her birthday each day of the week…” On Dec. 31 she’ll be 365 years old. But even more preposterous, “One day she’ll smile, next day she’ll cry,/ Minute to minute, you’ll never know why…” Sounds like she’s more than ready for the rubber room. Can you imagine living with somebody like that?

So much of our music, our movies and TV, our books, teach us an awful lot of pazoo about how we ought to relate to one another. Do you really think nobody actually picks up on this teaching? No one’s influenced by it? Well, bunkie, there’s a whole advertising industry that’s betting that you’re wrong. And a whole public education industry, too, for that matter.

The only reason nobody gets a degree in Being a Dope is that nobody needs one.


Why We Can’t Drain the Swamp

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Name one institution in our society that’s working as it should. Just one.

Let’s see… Education? Don’t make me laugh. The press? Don’t make me gag. Congress? (Falls to the floor with pink foam frothing from the ears)

Tens of millions of us send our kids every day to schools run by over-the-top lefty loon teachers’ unions, to be taught “You can be a boy one day and a girl the next, depending on how you feel.” And also that the Bible is hate speech and Science is absolutely always right and if we don’t give the government lots and lots and lots more power over our lives, we’re all gonna die of Global Warming. And if that doesn’t finish them off, we send them on to college.

The de facto religion of our ruling class is atheism; or, to give it its softer label, humanism. Man is god. Man’s inventions are to be worshiped. There is nothing real but what they tell you is real. And so on.

I find myself at a disadvantage when called upon to discuss anything with an aggressive atheist. There’s no model in the Bible. Jesus talked with an awful lot of people, but every single one of them at least claimed to believe in God, or some god. He is not reported as having ever spoken with an atheist. I wonder if that’s because there weren’t any. The pagan Greeks and Romans would sometimes brand a public enemy an atheist, but that’s about as far as it went.

Anyhow… If you want to drain the swamp, it becomes impossible if the place fills up again as quickly as you can pump it out. This is what our corrupted culture does to us. We get rid of the snakes, and there are only more snakes to replace them. Our ruined post-Christian culture cannot generate good people. Whatever goodness they are born with, by the common grace of God toward all, gets vigorously suppressed.

Give your children a Christian education. Gather together and exhort one another. Live by God’s commandments.

Come out of the swamp. Come out of Babylon. And show the world there’s a better way of doing it than the way they’re doing it.


Nero and His Kind: Fear Them Not

Sometimes you, my readers, put things so eloquently that I find it best just to step aside and let you speak.

Some of you–I daresay just about all of us, from time to time–look at world events today and fear the future. I can’t imagine what it would be like, not to. The servants of Satan are running wild. Who can stop them, short of Christ’s return? We cannot help thinking the Last Days are just around the corner, if they haven’t started already, and that there’s going to be an awful lot of collateral damage–to say the least.

Isaiah, speaking for the Lord, wrote, “Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of?” (Isaiah 2:22)

He might have been thinking of Nero, Emperor of Rome, who persecuted Christians viciously, put on airs like no Roman before him had ever dared to do, and wound up miserably put to death by his own subjects. Here we have him as played by Peter Ustinov in Quo Vadis (1951)–coward, bully, and self-proclaimed poet whose lines don’t even scan and are peppered with the wrong words. Let this Nero stand for all the persons whom we’re afraid of today: he is a more than adequate representative.

Yes, he did a lot of damage. He killed a lot of people. As our friend Watchman pointed out the other day, God works within the confines of free will. And I believe that God intervenes in history. If He didn’t, we would have no history.

But in the long run, Nero was an idiot, Nero was a fool, he had nowhere near the power and might he thought he had, it proved a fairly simple matter for a small number of people to murder him–and he’s gone, but Jesus Christ still reigns.

And shall reign forever, and ever–King of Kings and Lord of Lords, and a priest after the order of Melchizedek.


The Humanist Messiah

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When you take over God’s job, you have no end of problems.

Take that business about being the Creator. It’s maddening. All you’ve got to work with is stuff God already created. Even the minds of secular humanists were created by God. We do not know why He didn’t make them better at using them.

God created man, so humanists want to create something better. Their creation, their Homo sapiens 2.0, will be new, improved, far superior to the current version. It will be able to solve all the world’s problems that have licked us so far–war, poverty, hate, and getting blackberry seeds stuck between your teeth.

This is the humanist messiah. Artificial Intelligence. Flawed, sinful, mortal man will, with his own intelligence that has given us movies like Gigli and foreign policies that look like they were dreamed up by Punch and Judy, create intelligent beings that’ll be much smarter and much better behaved than their creators.

Yes, there are a few scientists who’ve been trying to warn us that the A.I. enterprise is bound to turn out like Windows 8–not quite as nice as you expected. But because there is no one as anti-human as a humanist, the God wannabes seem eager to scrap H. sapiens 1.0 altogether, just plain get rid of us, with all our stupid problems, and replace us with their own creation. “It’ll be sooo much better! You’ll see!” Although how we’ll actually be able to see it from the boneyard, they don’t say.

C.S. Lewis already told us all about this, way back in 1945, in That Hideous Strength.

We already have a God, a Creator and a Savior, and He has equipped us with enough common sense to see that something perfect cannot and will not be created by imperfect beings. But it was Satan who told us that it can–way back in the beginning (see Genesis 3).

And it is Satan who’s the god of humanism.

 

 


There Oughta Be a Law

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Dagon, the pagan fish god

Remember the old Simon & Garfunkel song, The Sound of Silence? “And the people bowed and prayed to a neon god they made…”

Idol worship, forbidden by the first two of God’s Ten Commandments, has been with us for a long time, and still us. We’ve gone beyond quaint Philistine fish gods like Dagon. Our idols are bigger, bolder: Science and the state–both of them the works of human hands.

These are the deities of those who reject Christ, Son of God the Father. This is why leftists seek to write laws governing every aspect of human behavior. Putting themselves on God’s throne, as it were, they struggle with the ordeal of trying to live up to their own presumed omnipotence. All those things they blame God for not doing, because (they say) He does not exist–abolishing war and poverty and disease, even uprooting such rootless intangibles as “hate” and this or that ism, even to controlling “climate”–they now have to do! Because they do exist, and they derive their right to rule over us from their claim to be able, if only they are given enough power and clout, to do all those things that God couldn’t do and create a paradise on earth.

You could almost feel sorry for them. Almost, but not quite.

When you try to do everything, you usually end up doing nothing. If globalists got out more often, they might understand that. Because their wealth insulates them, personally, from the often hideous results of their failed public policies, they just keep on cranking them out. Science and the state, their own creations, keep telling them they’re doing the right thing. One more bunch of regulations, and they’ve got it! But they’re really only just talking to themselves, and don’t know it.

Poor Dagon. When in the presence of the Ark of God the Lord, he fell off his pedestal and broke in pieces (I Samuel 5). Sooner or later, such is the fate of all idols.

No matter how many laws their worshipers write to prop them up.


Doug Smith’s ‘West Texas’–Inspiring

My wife wishes to dedicate this beautiful video to her Pogo friend Bob Capps, from Texas, who originally emailed it to her, along with many other messages that we both enjoyed immensely. Bob died recently: he is greatly missed by many.

West Texas is music composed and played by pianist Doug Smith, with pictures by Wyman Meinzer, the official state photographer of Texas. The beauty moves us to cry out: “O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!” (Psalm 19:1)

Doug Smith overcame a near-fatal auto accident, that left him largely paralyzed, to continue his musical career. He died last year. This, below, is his story, told by him.

If this doesn’t inspire you, if this doesn’t move you, please check to see if you can fog a mirror.


Are Cyber-Friends Real Friends?

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A lot has been said, lately, about simulated sorta-friendships on the Internet and social media taking the place of real, face-to-face friendships, to the detriment of society. As someone in a Pogo Games chat room once said, “But we’re only Pogo people!” It was a true cri de couer, even if I still can’t explain exactly what she meant.

As a thought experiment, let me remove all the “cyber-friends” (for want of a better word) from my life and see what’s left.

Family? Well, almost everybody’s dead. Those who are left have all moved far away from here, and we see them only on special occasions.

Old friends? Well, I hung on to those longer than most–but in all honesty, my boon companions, my bosom buddies, are not really the most wholesome company for the Christian that I want to be.

My wife is, of course, my best friend, and we are inseparable. But apart from her, if you take away my friends that I’ve made here on this blog, in the course of my work for Chalcedon, and on Pogo–well, there’s hardly anything left. For some people, online friendship is what’s on the menu.

But I don’t feel deprived. I’ve met wonderful people from all over the country, even from other countries, met them here and in my Chalcedon work, here and there and elsewhere–and I have grown quite fond of them. (That means some of you who are reading this: you know who you are.) I profit from my exchanges with them. I draw emotional support from you all. I am thankful for you.

Because of course–of course!–“just Pogo people” are real people. Man, I know happily married couples who “met” in a Pogo game room! If I could travel, I’ve got invitations from all over. Some of you, I’d love nothing better than to sit down and have a cup of tea with you–maybe even sit outside on a nice day and have a cigar. I may never meet you in the flesh, but you are my friends and I treasure you.

All right, enough of the sappy talk. You all know what I mean.

Yeah, constant texting, etc., a narcissistic urge to have strangers know the moment-to-moment boring details of your life–obviously that’s not what I’m talking about. I know some of you have come to enjoy the little community that’s growing up right here on this blog.

So, yes, we are all, in our fashion, Pogo people! And deplorables, too. Ich bin ein Berliner!

Let us wear our badges proudly.


Something to Think About

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Henry Van Til, a Professor of Bible at Calvin College, Michigan, died in 1961 and is best known for a single thing he once said: “Culture is religion externalized.”

It’s a truism, on a par with “What you say and do reveals your personality.” There’s no way to deny it.

If our Western culture today is our religion externalized, our Christianity is in deep trouble. Look at our culture–rampant lawlessness among our supposed lawmakers, same-sex pseudomarriage, transgenderism, lies heaped upon lies, ultra-violent video games, sex robots: I could make a longer list, but it’s starting to depress me. No wonder radical Muslims think Western culture is like ripe fruit on the tree, ready to fall into their laps if they keep on shaking the tree.

This is why I spend so much time reporting on culture developments–culture rot and culture collapse, if you will. Because if we can’t maintain our culture, nothing we can do politically will make the slightest difference. Kill the culture, and the culture will kill you right back.

For a thoughtful essay on this subject, courtesy of George Grant, see https://christianculture.com/discover/what-is-culture-religion-externalized/

For the time being, and to come, it’s something to think about.


Does Entertainment Shrivel Your Brain?

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For as long as there have been people, there have been story-tellers. God created us in His image, and so we like to create things, too. And one of the things we create is stories.

Being sinners, we also create idols, street gangs, rap music, poison gas, and communism, among other things. And we create stories that edify, stories that ease or stir the soul–and stories that debase and corrupt the hearer.

Some of you have said you’re fed up with “entertainment,” especially TV and movies, it’s all cheap and worthless, if not downright malevolent–and I’m not here to disagree with you. Crikey–it’s gotten so anyone who’s looking for a life partner demands that he or she be “funny.” Like it’s everybody’s job to entertain you, all the time.

You will note I have posted a picture of the Three Stooges. Why? Well, if I’m really stressed out, their inane antics are a pick-me-up. And that’s a legitimate purpose of a story. As J.R.R. Tolkien said, fiction often provides a kind of escape, and no one blames a prisoner for trying to escape.

In addition to meeting my needs for vegging out from time to time, movies and novels, etc., are my diet as a story-teller. I learn by listening to other people’s stories; that’s how I learn to tell my stories. I gobble up stories, always trying to learn from them even while I’m chilling out. I hope the finished product convinces you that I’m on the right track.

This is a large subject and I don’t propose to write a book about it. Some “entertainment” is good for us, some is bad, and some is only good or bad depending on how we as individuals respond to it. There is a huge amount of entertainment out there that’s downright toxic, pure crapola. It’s good stuff to avoid.

I do know a few persons who never consume any form of fiction, and I just can’t imagine how they get by without any stories at all. Well, true, all of them watch TV news, and some of that’s fiction, and the sum total of all its parts is more fiction than anything else. But I would much rather get my fiction from Jules Verne than from CNN.


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