Calling Evil Good

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil…  Isaiah 5:20

Yes, we have reached that point in our cultural decay.

I received another email from the publicist who is promoting the book about the bisexual woman and “the man of her dreams” who used to be a woman. He calls me a “hater.” He, on the other hand, is promoting a moral good. “I think the Big Guy is with me on this one,” he says. I suspect “the Big Guy” is his euphemism for the living God who created the heavens and the earth, and is the source of immutable moral law.

So… God is on his side in promoting radical sexual anarchy; and God is against His own word, as given in the Bible. We know that because some guy in California says so.

Well, yes, Mr. Perky Publicist, I hate what you do. I pity the poor, lost souls for whom you have appointed yourself the cheerleader: but I hate you as a servant of the darkness.

May God erase your works from human memory.

SNL Skit Mocks Bible

Laurel and Hardy used to generate belly-laughs out of simple and innocent situations–like in Be Big, in which their whole plan for the night gets torpedoed because they simply can’t get Laurel’s boot off Hardy’s foot, and they wreck the apartment, trying.

As an example of where comedy is today, Saturday Night Live this weekend, in an effort to satirize the new Bible-themed movies that are coming out (Son of God and Noah), televised a takeoff on the story of Adam and Eve. It starred Lena Dunham, star of a TV show I’ve never seen, as a kind of overacculturated, 21st-century, air-headed Eve. You may watch this hopeless two-minute flop here ( http://www.truthrevolt.org/news/girls-star-lena-dunham-gets-nude-mocks-bible-snl ).

I wasn’t much offended by it. To me it seemed to mock not the Bible, but our own contemporary stupid culture. Was this the writers’ intention?

I mean, the Bible is holy, but Bible movies aren’t. Some years ago there was a made-for-TV Noah movie in which Noah had to deal with pirates. It doesn’t get more asinine than that.

No one but a fool mocks God. It’s like trying to knock down Mount Everest with a pea-shooter. This SNL bit is a great example of a folly that mocks itself. When those who performed the skit are totally forgotten even by their nearest and dearest, God’s Word will remain.

He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision. (Psalm 2:4)

You can be sure God will have the last laugh. And it will be a mighty laugh.

Canada Avoids Gays vs. Muslims Showdown

Two years ago in Toronto, a lesbian went into a Muslim barber shop and tried to force them–by filing a complaint with the “Human Rights” Tribunal–to give her a haircut (see my Nov. 20, 2012 post, “A Canadian Tragedy (Or Is It a Farce?)”).

Wow! What was going to happen? No Muslim has ever lost a case before a “human rights” tribunal. No homosexual or lesbian has, either. Which “protected class” of citizens would reign supreme in Canada?

Well, now we hear the case has been settled behind the scenes, with both sides bound by a confidentiality agreement to keep us from ever finding out what happened (see http://godfatherpolitics.com/14623/muslim-barber-shop-case-settled-secret-woman-failed-complaint/ ). We also learn there was a unisex barbershop just down the street, but the lesbian wanted the thrill of forcing someone to act against his religion. Where did she think she was–the United States?

Under Canadian law, both homosexuals and Muslims have rights far superior to those enjoyed by, say, Christians. So what was going to happen here? I was looking forward to a great steel cage match.

Now we can only speculate.

Did the tribunal shake down some Christians and buy off the lesbian, the Muslim barber, or both?

Did someone explain to the lesbian that it’s really, really dangerous to mess with Muslims? That there are more Muslims in Toronto than there are “gays,” and you really shouldn’t get them riled? Not if you want to keep your head attached to the rest of you.

Every day in the news, we see sodomites bullying Christians, using the coercive apparatus of the state to try to force Christians to take part in “gay” pseudo-weddings, etc. We have not yet, in America, seen them try to pull this trick on Muslims or Orthodox Jews.

But in Canada the steel cage match has been postponed–for how long, who can say?

Plead With the Lord to Save Us

Warning: The following is not for you, if you have a weak stomach.

Planned Parenthood of Northern New England, taxpayer-funded, has produced a video informing teenagers (and pre-teens) of the joys of sadomasochism. It’s part of Planned Parenthood’s National Kink Month. This Lifenews article includes a link to Planned Parenthood’s video on this revolting subject, http://www.lifenews.com/2014/02/27/planned-parenthood-video-promotes-bondage-and-sadomasochism-to-teens/ .

The video features a gabbling airhead, possibly supposed to be a teenage girl, chattering away about how sadomasochistic “sex” can be “safe” and “fun”–in fact, slapping someone around, or tying her up and sticking pins into her, “relies upon and creates trust.”

Our country is in deep, deep trouble. Not content to follow ancient Israel and Judah in crime and idolatry, for which God razed their Holy City and sent them into captivity in Babylon, now we want to follow Sodom and Gomorrah, too.

The stink of our nation’s sins rises to high heaven, and every day we think of new ones. I think we’re too far gone to save ourselves. We need national repentance–but do you think that babbling bimbo in the Planned Parenthood video is ever going to repent? Do you think the moral imbeciles in Washington or Hollywood are ever going to repent?

Only one power is strong enough to save us now: God’s power, the power that made the heavens and the earth.

Plead with Him to exert that power, that irresistible power, to turn us, turn us back to Him; and make His face to shine; and then, and only then, we shall be saved.

Otherwise, we’ve had it.

Tots ‘Having Sex’ in Public School

If you think I’m going to post a picture of a couple of little kids “having sex,” think again. What do you think this is–a public school? So here is a picture of some wildflowers instead–more of God’s stuff that is so much better than ours.

Check out this news story: “Teacher Faces Ax Over Naked Kids ‘Having Sex'” ( http://www.thesmokinggun.com/documents/teacher-faces-ax-over-kindergarten-sex-674521 ).

When the kindergarten teacher checked the bathroom, she found two five-year-olds naked, and they told her they were “having sex,” according to the police report. No charges were filed, but the teacher has been suspended, and may be fired.

Somehow I doubt this was only that teacher’s fault; she might even be a scapegoat. After what I’ve seen and read about public schools’ sex education programs, it would be astonishing if five-year-olds were not having sex. If we dismiss the unlikely possibility that their parents taught these kids to “have sex,” and if we resist the temptation to single out the teacher as a crazed rogue–well, then?

I’ve been researching and writing about public school sex education for over a decade. I’ve attended sex educators’ conventions. I have read through the teacher manuals and the textbooks.

And I’m here to tell you that it’s every bit as awful as you’ve ever heard, if not more so.

Christian parents wouldn’t dream of allowing their children to be educated by Muslims.

But they seem perfectly content to have them taught by moral imbeciles.

A Song to Slit Your Wrists By

Just in case you were thinking the popular music of our own time is uniquely awful–there’s no denying that it is awful–here’s a little number from 100 years ago: “The Curse of an Aching Heart.”

You made me think you cared for me

and I believed in you

You told me things you never meant

And made me think them true.

I gambled in the game of life,

I played my heart and lost

I’m now a wreck upon life’s sea,

Alone I pay the cost.

You made me what I am today,

I hope you’re satisfied

You dragged and dragged me down until

The soul within me died.

You shattered each and ev’ry dream,

Fooled me right from the start

And though you’re not true, may God bless you

That’s the curse of an aching heart.

Beautiful, isn’t it? My grandma used to sing us these ditties when we were little kids. This particular song was performed to hilarious effect in Laurel and Hardy’s 1930 comedy, Blotto, in which it makes Stan Laurel whine and weep uncontrollably.

And some 50 years after it was written, Bob Dylan was cranking out the same kind of lyrics (“You got a lotta nerve, to say that you’re my friend/ When I was down, you just stood there grinnin’…”). And would you believe there’s an upbeat (!) Frank Sinatra version of this howler?

What goes around, comes around.

Facebook Goes 50 Shades of Asinine

I’m glad I don’t have to try to explain this age to any future generations. I’m glad I won’t be here when they study it.

You don’t know anymore whether to laugh, to cry, or to grab for the barf bag. For instance…

Facebook has announced a menu of “expanding gender choices,” designed by some kook who “is herself undergoing gender transformation, from male to female”–translation: an intensely disturbed man who thinks having his willie cut off, and a bunch of chemicals pumped into him, will make him a woman.

At last count there were about 50 new “genders” by which prospective idiots could identify themselves to other lost souls. I don’t know what they are. It was just too depressing to keep on reading. Among the possible categories, I suppose, would be perverted, intensely perverted, and hopelessly perverted; freak, creep, slimy old weirdo; fixated-on-totally-inexplicable-sex-objects, wacko, degenerate… I mean, as long as you’re going to “choose your gender…”

Yes, we have presented a unique gift to posterity: “gender choices.”

And people who get into “gender choices” are unlikely to have any posterity.

For which we must give thanks.

 

Why I Don’t Use Magic

I’m always looking for new fantasy novels. Yesterday I was reading lists of “the top fantasies of 2013”–there are any number of them on the Internet–but I gave it up when I found a new series about a boy who goes to wizards’ school. No, the boy isn’t named “Barry Rotter” or anything like that. Couldn’t they have waited until after J.K. Rowling died? To rip her off while she’s still alive and still writing is the height of bad manners.

I was struck by an overall sense of un-originality among these fantasies. It came through the rave reviews like a whiff of mildew.

Dreariest aspect of it all, fantasy writers are still using “magic” to get things done. The real world functions without magic–and look at all the mischief we get into. A sane person believes the laws of nature hold throughout the universe; so where does “magic” fit in?

So I have ruled out “magic” in my Bell Mountain books. If my characters want to get something done, they actually have to do it–instead of just saying “Ooga-balooga-razzmatazz!” I do allow things that look like magic, but aren’t. The creation of such stunning illusions is still very much with us: see Global Warming.

But there is a more important reason why I’ve kept “real magic” out of my books.

The laws of nature are subservient to God, and we are under both God and the physical laws of our world that God created. “Magic” is a way of making the magician superior to those laws–an altogether wicked and impious concept.

Wicked and impious characters–at least in my books–will seek to acquire magic, will pretend to have it, and may even convince themselves that they do. But only God can say, “Let there be light.”

Proud and corrupt minds always seek to usurp God’s function. In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s what the whole “transgender” business is about. “Male and female created He them–oh, yeah? Well, watch us turn the males into females and the females into males! Now who’s the god? Hah!”

There is no way that kind of thinking leads to any end but evil.

Another Wacko Court, Another Wacko Ruling

Who knew, when they signed the Declaration of Independence, that one day our new country would be ruled autocratically by judges who make it all up as they go along and view their courts as the irresistible instruments of radical social change?

On Jan. 30, the Supreme Judicial Court of Maine ruled, 5-1, that a teenage boy can use the girl’s bathroom at school because he really thinks he’s a girl, how could anyone be so narrow-minded as not to agree, blah-blah-blah. Wrote the culture vandal for the majority, “Decisions about how to address students’ legitimate gender identity issues are not to be taken lightly”. ( http://bangordailynews.com/2014/01/30/news-bangor-orono-supreme-court-rules-in-favor-of-transgender-girl-in-orono-school-bathroom-case/ )

Just by way of translation, “transgender girl” means “intensely disturbed boy who wants to be a girl.”

Let’s see… “legitimate gender identity issues”–Uh, what is a legitimate gender identity issue? Who says there’s any such thing?

But liberal judges and politicians and bureaucrats et al, having denied God, pretend now to sit where God sits and function as gods themselves. If the judge says the boy’s a girl, then that’s that, the boy’s a girl.

Reality just ain’t very real anymore.

Spend a Fortune Getting Stuffed

I’ve been reading reviews of a four-star French restaurant in New York where, if you’re stuck waiting in the lounge, they play French hip-hop “music” at you. That’s to soften you up for the prices.

When you’re finally seated, you can order a demi-tasse of soup–a little less than a shot-glass full–for beaucoup bucks; and if you and your wife want to spend $700 on a meal for two people, you can have them serve you a different kind of wine with every course. You can have lobster meat on mango slices for an appetizer. The magnifying glass is an extra $50. It’s $35 for this, $125 for that, and for all I know, you can get them to throw in clams on the half shell in maple syrup for another $75.

If they’re going to insult you, why not just call you rude names and punch you in the nose? Why be so subtle? Why charge you so much money for it?

Everything’s in French, so if you don’t speak the lingo, you won’t know what you’re getting. Well, I know what you’re getting… and it’s not a nice word.