Tap the root beer keg! Break out the Monopoly game! Set up Pin the Tail on the Donkey! Let the imaginary party begin!
I forgot, in my eagerness to get the ball rolling, that my birthday this year falls on Mother’s Day. Well, then, bring your mother to the party! We won’t run out of food or fun. There are plenty of comfy chairs under the catalpa trees for those who’d just as soon take it easy. You don’t have to play horseshoes! And later we’ll have Mad Libs, so be sure to stick around for that. My mother always laughed herself silly, playing Mad Libs.
Yes, Norbert’s been invited. I think he just ran under the table over there. And Byron the Quokka is busy collecting comments for the comment contest. Violet Crepuscular should be here soon; Joe Collidge shouldn’t be here at all.
And we are taking hymn requests today, like every day.
We’re off to a pretty slow start, so spread the word–everyone’s invited, just drop in.
You’d think a birthday party would be a great place to collect comments, even if it is only an imaginary birthday party. And don’t give me imaginary comments!
G’day, Byron the Quokka here at the Leester’s birthday party; and I never get a day off from being in charge of comment contests. This party’s off to a slow start, and we have only four comments so far. I told him we should’ve made the prize a bicycle, but did he listen? Not him!
Instead, you can win an autographed book or this cool T-shirt:
Yeah, I know that picture is just awful. What it says on the shirt is, “If they have to kill us, they’ve lost –Lee Duigon”. You can count on it to start a conversation anywhere.
But first things first! Nobody wins anything until we get to 75,000 comments! We have passed 73,000, so we have less than 2,000 left to go. Will some of you please stop playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey and post some comments? Anyone would think I couldn’t do this job!
What the dickens is this? We’ve got a comment contest running, on our way to 75,000 comments–and we’ve got one today? One? At that rate, the contest won’t be over until sometime in 2025.
G’day–or not. Byron the Quokka here, trying to rally the troops because obviously Lee has no idea what he’s doing. Really, several of us quokkas have been trying to train him, but he hasn’t been up to speed since 1971.
Meanwhile, the Bad Guys out there have got us shadow-banned and we need extraordinary efforts now to accomplish ordinary things! (Did that come out right?)
You folks who’ve never commented before–we need you! We need everybody. Let’s have some comments already! Show the bad guys that they can’t keep us down. Witty, insightful, sagacious, and sometimes funny or even indignant comments–and you’re all welcome to join in.
Yeah, for this blog, April was a rotter–3,000 views less than I had last April. If I was a business, I’d be out of business. It’s all very discouraging. And there seems to be no remedy. Whatever they’ve done to my search engine ranking has truly clobbered me.
It is an affliction. Maybe not much, as afflictions go; but it’s my affliction, and I tend to take it personally.
But my Bible-reading this morning brought me to Psalm 119 (by far the longest chapter in the Bible: 176 verses); and by the time I was done reading it, I couldn’t wait to get back to work.
If the affliction comes from God, then He has a good reason for it that will ultimately do me good, even if I can’t understand it. When He afflicts us, it’s to deepen our understanding, and to test our faithfulness. And to deepen our strength.
If the affliction comes from some censorship johnny in Big Tech, the Lord will know how to judge it. Eventually the wicked fall into the pits they dig for others. The higher they rise, the farther they fall.
So what do I do? I’ll just keep going, keep on doing my best, and not give in. Let it be in God’s hands. And meanwhile I can post all the hymns I please.
If they’re holding me down, it means one of my fellow servants will be free to rise.
Let’s drive the Enemy crazy with a Whack-a-Mole game he cannot win.
Well, I thought it worked. Must’ve pressed the wrong button: the post I was almost done writing has disappeared. *Sigh* Fap.
Our new comment counter tells us that we now have over 73,000 comments in the can, short of our goal of 75,000. A few months ago, we would’ve polished that off in two weeks, maybe three. Now that they’ve gutted my search engine ranking and shoved my readership back down to 2016 levels, I don’t know how long it’ll take. *Sigh* Fap.
If you win, you’ll receive one of these cool T-shirts with the message, “If they have to kill us, they’ve lost. –Lee Duigon.” Amaze and awe your friends. Terrify your enemies. Or you can hold out for an autographed book instead.
Now let’s see if I can post this before it disappears.
This male collared lizard is ready to rock and roll! Those are his mating colors. But wait! He has an awful personality, no one would be caught dead with him–
Enough of this. I’ve been dialoguing with WordPress for an hour, trying to find out why no Newswithviews referrals show up on my stats page, and why my viewer numbers are so bad.
If I understand what he told me–and it’s a big if, I might not have understood it at all–my promble is with the search engines. Somehow my ranking in the search engine world has bottomed out. For instance, I had 2,242 search engine referrals in December, but only 1,703 in April. That only accounts for part of the drop-off, though.
I’m told it would help if I got more action on the social media. Well, I don’t know–how do I get anyone to share my posts on his or her social media page? I put all my posts on Patty’s Facebook page. Where they go from there, I know not.
So, just for the halibut, I have resorted to a mostly dishonest headline for this post to see if “dating tips” will tempt some search engines. Probably it’ll just make awful people mad at me when they realize they won’t be getting any sure-fire dating tips, after all.
Wait, here’s one: don’t have an awful personality. Just don’t. How’s that for advice?
Anyway, let’s see what happens next. I have no idea how to pump up my search engine ranking. Maybe if I could get my Twitter page going again, along with Instagram or whatever, I might do better. Let me see what Jill says.
I’d be much obliged if a few of you would go to Newswithviews.com, open it to my column, and go down to the bottom and click the link that’s supposed to take you directly to my blog. I want to see if that link works–because it’s been about two months since I got a single referral from there. It works when I do it, but the site doesn’t bother to track anything I do myself.
The picture of the collared lizard is provided as a bonus. Pretty little beggars, aren’t they? Known as “the mountain boomer” in some parts of its range, this lizard actually has no voice. It doesn’t really boom.
Maybe we ought to check that, too. This is, after all, the Age of Nothing Works.
One of the things a lot of people don’t understand about writers is that sometimes we have to just sit there and think. To them it looks like we’re doing nothing. But it’s absolutely indispensable.
So I lit up a cigar and sat outside and thought it over; and now I’ve got a Newswithviews to write. The topic will be “The Far Left Tool Kit,” featuring six of the bad guys’ favorite tools. See how many you can guess before you read it on Thursday.
Now to write it. And then I’ll have to come up with a couple more blog posts.
It’s not as easy as it looks!
And thanks to those of you who cheered me on this morning. Makes me feel I’m part of a team. Not just out there all alone.
I’m supposed to write a Newswithviews column today; and April has been a brutal month for this blog–viewer numbers have crashed down to 2016-type levels. And I have no idea why, and don’t know what to do about it.
And soon the weather will allow me to start writing my next book, but I don’t have a title for it yet, although I do have two important plot lines for the story. Still, where you gonna go without a title?
Well, you can’t be a writer if you can’t keep plodding on through hard times. My father used to call writing books that no one would publish and collecting rejection slips “livin’ the life of Reilly.” I got really rather sick of Mr. Reilly.
There’s really only one choice: give up or keep going. I’ve always chosen to keep going.
Which doesn’t give me a Newswithviews topic or a book title… but I’ll think of something. If I rely on the Lord to bless my work, He’ll give me maybe not what I want, but surely what I need.