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It Ain’t Hate When Libs Do It

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When President Trump tries to keep Muslim terrorists out of the country, liberals go ballistic. See, that would be “hate.”

But the state of California, liberal paradise, has its own travel ban, which it has widened this week. California state employees are prohibited from traveling on business to any states deemed by California to be “hateful” to sodomites, transgenders, and other sexual aberrations, and they have now included four more states–Texas, Alabama, South Dakota, and Kentucky (http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2017/06/23/california-bans-state-travel-to-texas-3-other-states-over-anti-lgbt-laws.html).

Could it be that California hates anyone who’s not on the Culture Rot Express? Does California hate anyone who believes God is right about sin, and fallen man is wrong?

Oh, no, no! Whenever liberals lash out at anyone–like, for instance, threatening to kill Republicans if they repeal Obamacare–they only do it from the purest of motives. So if they bar you from getting a teaching certificate because you don’t agree with them about Climbit Change, that’s not hate and bigotry–that’s just them laying a hurt on you for your own good–and because you deserve it for being a Climbit Change denier and anybody who doesn’t agree with them ought to be beaten senseless, etc.

It’s never “hate” when they do it. Just ask the nooze media.


The Newest Phone Scam

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Would you buy something from, or donate money to, a computer posing as a human being? Well, you would if you were balmy.

The newest thing in scam artistry is the robo-call disguised as a live human. It is a disguise that would only fool another robot, but they think it’ll fool you. Well, hey, we twice elected Obama president: I’m sure they’ve taken that into consideration.

It goes like this.

ROBOT: Hello–Joanne?

MAN: Nobody here by that name, you have a wrong number.

ROBOT: Oh, that’s all right! I was calling everybody in your neighborhood anyway…

Here the person usually hangs up. But now I think I’d like to continue the conversation and see what happens.

PERSON: Is this about the murder?

I want to see how the robot is programmed to handle that. What do you want to bet it doesn’t say “What murder?”

ROBOT: Our records show that you have stayed at our resort, Bedbug Manor, twice before and are qualified to receive our one-time only Satisfied Customer Discount…

By this time you gotta be clued in: you are not talking to a human being. You should either hang up or leave the phone off the hook where your cat can get at it, while you move on to some other detail of your daily life.

 


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.


New Feminist Fad: Marry Yourself

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Introducing “sologamy,” the new feminist art of marrying yourself!

Because no one else can stand you?

Yep, it’s all about “women saying yes to themselves” (http://godfatherpolitics.com/sologamy-the-sad-new-trend-among-feminists/), complete with “micro-moments of positivity.” You can even send away for an “I Married Me” kit, costing a mere $230. That doesn’t count the cost of having an actual ceremony, complete with gown, photos, guests, reception…

Never let it be said that an ounce of sanity remains to feminism.

Hmm… Can you still marry yourself if you’re “transitioning” to become someone or something else?

And what happens when you want a divorce?

They haven’t thought this through, have they?


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.


Ben & Jerry’s: Shills for Sodomy

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While the Muslim jihad crowd goes all around the world killing people, the left-wing jidrools at Ben & Jerry’s won’t let you have two scoops of the same flavored ice cream until Australia legalizes homosexual pseudomarriage ( https://townhall.com/columnists/michaelbrown/2017/05/25/ben-and-jerrys-proves-samesex-marriage-is-not-marriage-n2331661 ).

Oh, what sublime reasoning! See, if you’re not allowed to order two scoops of the same flavor on your ice cream cone, you will instantly understand and come round to believing in same-sex parodies of marriage.  Say the libs at Ben & Jerry’s, “This doesn’t even begin to compare to how furious you’d be if you were told you were not allowed to marry the person you love.” Because–oh, what wisdom! oh, what insight!–“Love comes in all flavors!”

(“I’ll take some incest flavor, please…” “Oh, pedophilia for me!” All flavors.)

First liberals gave a bad name to liberalism. That’s why they now call themselves “progressives.” They have also succeeded in giving a bad name to “smart” and “justice,” and now do it to “love.” When liberals use those words, you should know that something wicked this way comes.

I always felt an aversion to Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. Now I know why. If their ice cream’s as dirty as their ideology, it isn’t safe to eat it.


Another Sleazy Book I Won’t Review

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All week long I’m peppered by publicists with invitations to review their clients’ latest books. And some of them–oy, have they got a wrong number!

This week’s offer is a novel about polygamy, touted as “Fifty Shades of Grey for men.” In case you missed it, that aforementioned book was a celebration of sadomasochism. I don’t propose to give the title or the name of the author of this current book–no free publicity for you, sunshine. Besides, it’s only one example plucked out of a multitude.

The publicist enthused about “the protagonist’s quest for the holy grail of sexual fulfillment”–translation: fornication with a lot of different women whenever he pleases–and  called it “an enchanting tale of personal development and fulfillment.” They’re big on fulfillment. I think it means gratification of lust.

Does this sound like narcissistic self-worship to you? Sure does to me.

Why do I even mention it?

Because “entertainment” in all its forms, including dirty novels, is self-education, with the popular culture as the classroom. And nothing we can accomplish in politics or economics will be of any use to us as long as we continue to let our culture disintegrate into pure moral imbecility. A degenerate people will not produce decent leaders or decent public policy.

Kill the culture, and the culture will kill you back.


‘Christian Mommy’ Goes Evil

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Where do you even begin with a story like this?

We start with a “Christian mommy blogger” who becomes the idol and oracle of millions, writes a New York Times best-seller, makes boxcar-loads of money–and then “marries” another woman ( http://www.newsbusters.org/blogs/culture/sarah-stites/2017/05/16/christian-mommy-blogger-marries-female-soccer-star-media-avoid … sorry, it’s one of those stupid links that’s impossible to copy because it’s too long: if you want to read the original story, go to Newsbusters).

This woman dumped her husband. She has three children. So what? They might as well be three goldfish, for all the serious thought they get. I hope I would take care of a goldfish better than this Christian mommy is taking care of her children.

And in the spirit of stomping all over the Third Commandment (“Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain”), this Christian mommy takes refuge in tired old flatline Protestant cliches.

Jesus never gave a sermon denouncing homosexuality; therefor homosexuality is perfectly okay. (He never denounced abortion, either. Guess that’s okay, too.)

Oh! And we can’t possibly proceed without the slogan, “LOVE WINS!” Yeah. Any ol’ kinda “love.” Doesn’t matter what kind.

O Lord Our God, when you judge our nation, remember, we pray, that these things are done without our consent, against our will, and over our objections. In Jesus’ name, amen.


You and Your Past Lives

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I don’t know why these publicists think I’d be one to review their clients’ books. Do they think I’ll live forever? I mean, I’ve got limited time on this planet, and I can’t waste it reading about “Discovering Your True Nature Across Multiple Lifetimes.”

But Lee! It’s be a certified past life regression therapist! Certified by whom? How do you get certified to do past lives regression when there’s no such thing as past lives? It is given to man once to die, but then after this the judgment (Hebrews 9:27). So sorry, I can’t play past lives with you unless I abandon Jesus Christ.

But there’s evidence! Hey, honest–it’s been on TV! Oh, well, if it’s been on TV–! Actually, it’s rather insulting to be offered that line of argument. It has put me in a bad mood.

But it really, really works! F’r’instance, “a prior personality who was very effective in business may help me with a current management program.” Yeah–and what if all your past lives belonged to fools and reprobates?

And this is mostly from people who turn up their noses at the Bible! Oh, that’s all just made-up stories! But this past lives booshwa, man, that’s real!

Lord, I’m ready to wake up now. Can I please wake up now?

 


‘The Chance of a Lifetime’!

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Yeah, that’s what they’re calling it–“the chance of a lifetime!”

Chance of what?

Why, a chance to win the glorious, scarcely-imaginable prize of flying to Catalina Island for a picnic with… Bruce Gender! Or whatever he’s calling himself, these days.

A publicist emailed me yesterday to seek my help in drumming up ballyhoo for this contest. “When you think of courage, determination and inspiration, you can’t hardly help but think of” Bruce Gender, said she. Sorry, lady, but I am not going to call this guy “Caitlyn” or refer to him by female pronouns, just because he’s had himself surgically and pharmacologically mutilated. And when I do think of courage, determination and inspiration, I’d probably have to think obsessively about it for the rest of my life, and that guy’s name still wouldn’t come up.

Every cell in that man’s body is still male, no matter what they do to him cosmetically. He is a lost soul who is to be pitied. And you, madam, aid and abet him in his crimes against himself and against the sovereignty of God. That makes you worse than he is.

All funds raised by the contest, by the way, go to Brucie’s foundation for “equality and transgender rights.”

If you can’t think of at least 1,500 worthier causes than that… well, shame on you.


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