how the news depresses us

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I have to do things to keep my sanity. One of those things is to refrain from writing up the nooze on weekends. Not that I can avoid the nooze–who can? But I can draw the line at writing it.

There’s stuff going on out there–produced on purpose, by various people–that’s nothing but a one-way ticket to Hell. A lot of the villains are inordinately rich and powerful, and can’t be stopped by ordinary means.

Oops. See that? Drifting into the nooze while trying not to. That’s how insidious it is.

We can always pray the Lord to fight for us. We can put our trust in the Judge of all the earth to protect the right. In fact, never mind “can.” We have to.

The pot will keep on boiling over the weekend whether we watch it or not. It will still be there on Monday.

Plenty of time to get our hands burned then.

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The sun’s out, for a change; but that last nooze post, on goings-on in the Buffalo public schools, took something out of me. I mean, we are in so much trouble, so deep in trouble, so totally surrounded by trouble, it makes my head spin.

I wish I were working on another book, but that has to wait until the spring. Somewhere in the unknown west, a huge armada is preparing to invade Obann. The city of Durmurot has no way to defend itself. I do know what’s going to happen with that armada, but I don’t dare breathe a word of it–that would be a major spoiler. And then there’s a looming crisis in Lintum Forest to be dealt with: the accursed past has reached out to the present.

It seems to me that we have nothing left but our prayers, and no one to turn to but God Our Father. No one left to defend us but Him. Keeping the faith, these days, is not easy. Cranking up my morale so I can write every day–well, that’s not easy, either. I appreciate your prayers.

I think of Sir Thomas Malory, writing the Morte D’Artur while he was banged up in a medieval prison on charges which have remained obscure to this day. He had a load to carry. And I tell myself, If he can do it, so can I. I, at least, don’t have to worry about the kinds of punishments they used to hand out in the 15th century.

Let’s pray the leftids don’t go quite that far. Pray often. Pray hard.