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The Good Guys Win One

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No, I will not post any more photos of the Drag Queen Story Hour. Here’s a tiger swallowtail butterfly instead. God’s stuff is better!

This doesn’t happen anywhere near as often as it should, so when it does, we ought to celebrate it, embrace it, and actively try to keep it going.

Houston residents have forced their City Council and library board to move the infamous “Drag Queen Story Hour” out of the public library (https://www.massresistance.org/docs/gen3/19a/MR-TX-Houston-DQSH-battle/Part-3.html). Please click the link to massresistance.org to see powerful video of the eloquent protests made at a Feb. 19 council meeting. Twenty-one-gun salute to Mass Resistance for leading the charge.

The fight’s not over, though. The council cut its official ties to the “event,” but it was only moved out of the public library and into a “gay church,” whatever kind of monstrosity that may be. Parents have continued to protest outside the alleged church–because they want the whole country to know that the “Drag Queen Story Hour” is an abominable campaign by really bad people to recruit children into their ranks. In so doing, they violate any number of city ordinances.

It truly must be stopped.

We also learn from the videos that the Houston City Council has more than its share of Far Left fat-heads who despise ordinary decent people, mock our Christian religious beliefs, sneer at our families, and firmly believe that they are totally entitled to lord it over us.

Again we see a quite small group of people pushing their own warped notions on the rest of us–and getting away with it because normal people really don’t want to devote big chunks of their lives to political confrontation. We want to live in peace, raise our families, get our work done, and be left alone.

But these utopian self-anointed change agents will not leave us alone.

One thing we can be sure of. The more of us who devote some serious time to fighting these crazies–and we vastly outnumber them–the greater chance we have of winning. They are not invincible. They are not unstoppable. We do not have to live with any “Drag Queen Story Hour.” We can stop it.

If God were a man, we’d be able to hear him saying “Don’t make me come down there!”

Now You’ve Heard Everything

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They couldn’t have made this knitter grovel!

You’d think you’d be safe from the “biggit-biggit!” crowd, blogging about knitting. What could be a more peaceful, cozy pastime than knitting?


A knitting blogger made the mistake of writing about how excited she was over an upcoming trip to India–and that has mutated into “The knitting community is reckoning with racism” (https://swannews.com/news/the-knitting-community-is-reckoning-with-racism?uid=235073). No, this is not a satire.

Leftid trolls admonished her to “think about how your words feed into the colonial/imperialist mindset toward India and other non-Western countries,” blah-blah. ‘Cause everything is racist. The poor blogger likened her excitement over her trip to “being offered a seat on a flight to Mars.” Big mistake. Surely she couldn’t have meant that a trip to Mars would be tremendously exciting. She could only have meant to compare India to another planet. Biggit-biggit.

So she groveled. “It took women of color pointing this out for me…” They kick you in the face and then you lick their boots. Somehow the words “of color” have come to denote towering virtue and infallible wisdom. That deserves a raspberry.

So now you’re not allowed to get excited about visiting a foreign country, you’re not allowed to think of it as exotic or colorful or really very different from what you’re used to–no fun allowed! Not ever! You must not enjoy life!

Someday they’ll want to put you in jail for doing that.


‘Minotaur on the Loose!’ (2016)

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In my father’s old Boy Scout handbook there was a chapter on how to identify various animals’ footprints. Would you believe it? No minotaur footprints!


The original Minotaur was a bull-headed monster that lived in the original Labyrinth and ate original Greeks. It was killed either by Theseus or Casey Stengel, I forget which one.

The biggest and costliest public education system ever devised by human beings…

An Unpleasant Memory

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Role model?

I just happened to think of one of the more unedifying experiences I had, teaching in a public high school. I deem it wisest not to say which school.

In this school there was a set of kids, all boys, who wanted to be… er, convicts. Jailbirds. That’s what they wanted to be, once they’d finished high school. They were getting a start on it by learning prison slang and trying to dress like convicts–you know: with that thing on your head that makes you look like a condom (credit my wife for the witticism).

The normal kids were afraid of these kooks. In one classroom there were only two normal kids, a girl and a boy, and all the rest these Rahway Prison wannabes, and I think if you were to tap either of those two normals on the shoulder, they’d jump out of their skin. They were that scared.

I have absolutely no explanation as to why the school allowed this. As for the Convict Kids’ parents, I suppose it’s possible they didn’t know. In most households in this school’s district, both parents had to work full-time to pay the bills. It wasn’t a cheap neighborhood. So maybe they didn’t know. I’m trying to be charitable.

But the school teachers and administrators knew. And did nothing. Maybe they kind of liked the slogan, “From the schoolhouse to the Big House.”

‘Swedish Court: Public Masturbation OK’ (2013)

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See, “Europeans” are so much more with-it than we are, so much smarter–except I’m sure that somewhere in America we can find some “judge” who’d rule that public masturbation is a newly-discovered “civil right.”


Go ahead, tell me this would never catch on in San Francisco.

‘P.C. Police: Diversity Squad (Sponsors Wanted)’ (2016)

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Action-packed! A thrill a minute! As the P.C. Police Diversity Squad stomps down anyone who dares to deviate from the program, even in the smallest and most inconsequential ways, hard-left kooks in the audience will cheer them on…


So waddaya say, everybody? Ready to give up your freedom? Ready to throw away your last poor shreds of self-respect? Of course you are! Welcome to Progressive Paradise! Hold still, please, while we duct-tape your mouth shut…

Lib Logic

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I love the way liberals think, if that’s what you want to call it. Yesterday we read about an op ed in the, ahem, New York Times (blocked from reading the article itself) by some yo-yo who bragged about raising her daughters to believe there’s no such thing as sin, and not even to use the word.

Yeah, yeah: “My family life sucked, therefor the family is bad and it takes a village to raise a child. And my marriage sucks, therefor marriage is outmoded and bad and needs to be radically transformed.” You can think of as many examples of this as I can. And if they all lead back to Hillary Clinton, I can’t help it. I’d rather they led back to Victor Borge. Then we’d at least get a laugh.

One reels in awe of Ms. Op Ed’s towering simple-mindedness, at the vastness of her un-awareness. Like, what’s she gonna say when she catches one of her daughters, now aged 12, say, stealing money out of mama’s pocketbook? It wouldn’t be natural–although libs do “unnatural” better than anyone–for her not to say anything. “What the dickens are you doing in my pocketbook! Get your hands out of there!”

And what’s she gonna say when the kid asks, “Why?”

“Because it’s wrong!”

“What’s wrong about it?”

Well, mama can’t resort to “Thou shalt not steal,” can she? Not without forfeiting all the thumbs-ups awarded her by atheists. The best she can do is, “Because I said so!”, which has satisfied no child since time began; or, more honestly, “Because I’ll wale the tar out of you if you do!” And we fall back on how humanists organize society. Whoever has the keys to the gulag gets to make the rules.

If you’ve been wondering why people in San Francisco poo on the public sidewalk, why naked men are popping up in neighborhoods all over America, and the culture is starting to look and sound like cuckoo for cocoa puffs–

Well, that’s what you get when Godless fat-heads make the rules.

Nope, Nothing Wrong with Our Culture

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In contemplating this nooze report, please bear in mind that it’s as cold as a brass monkey just now, and has been for some days.

Residents in Manassas, Virginia, called police the other day when they saw a naked man “walking around the neighborhood” (https://www.wusa9.com/article/news/local/manassas/naked-man-high-on-marijuana-bites-his-dog-then-fbi-agent-in-virginia-police-say/65-8be08737-717d-456f-bcf4-8eca6cd8ca44). No, Mr. Rogers, it was not a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Before he could be carted off, the naked man bit his dog twice, shoved a woman to the ground, and bit an off-duty FBI agent.

He’s being held without bail. That’s probably a good idea.

Uh, wasn’t it kind of, well, cold to be strolling around in the altogether? The nooze reports say the kook was high on marijuana. Well, I’ve known a lot of pot-heads and none of them ever succumbed to the urge to shed their threads and take a promenade in the icy winter weather. Nor did I ever see them bite anybody, dog or human. I wonder what he would’ve done if he’d encountered a porcupine.

We are seeing more and more of this kind of behavior. Why? Could the fact that we “celebrate” all kinds of lunacy, and put extreme weirdos up on pedestals, have anything to do with it? Like, all right, call me a stick-in-the-mud, but this guy seems to be more than a few fries short of a happy meal.

We are waiting for the Democrat Party to spring him from jail and have him run for something.

My Newswithviews Column, Jan. 31 (‘Whose Fault is Toxic “Entertainment”?’)

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If this column reminds you of a recent blog post, you get an A for paying attention. But culture-killing is a major issue and needs to be addressed as firmly as we can.


Really, the garbage that gets thrust at us as “entertainment” ought to make us ashamed of ourselves–for not sweeping it out the door.

Thinking on the Job (Duh!)

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We use bottled spring water, which gets delivered to our door in five-gallon jugs. We had a delivery today.

To set the scene, it’s zero degrees out. That is, 32 degrees below freezing. So guess what water is going to do if left outside for any length of time. Go ahead, think it over.

This must be a tough question, because our water delivery man failed it. He left the jugs outside. Didn’t bother to knock on our door to let us know he was here. Just left them sitting on the grass. Patty didn’t see or hear him, and I was out on errands, so there they stayed.

If I’d been away another 15 minutes, they would’ve frozen solid and burst the jugs. And waddaya wanna bet the water company would have tried to charge me for them?

Really, is this rocket science? Is this specialized, arcane, esoteric knowledge available only to the cognoscenti? Like, dude–water freezes! That’s where ice comes from. And water expands when it freezes–did you know that?–so if you fill a jar with water and put it in the freezer, the jar will break. Try it. Consider it a scientific experiment that any jidrool can do.

Can’t anybody do their job right anymore?

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