Kicking Sand in Our Faces

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Charles Atlas’ ads were in all the comic books when I was a boy. They featured a skinny guy and his girlfriend on the beach, getting sand kicked in their faces by a musclebound bully. “Aw, shut up, you skinny runt!”

Now, in the space of just eight or nine months, America has been transformed from a powerhouse to a skinny runt; and all the bullies on the beach are kicking sand in our faces. Way to go, Joe!

Charles Atlas, America needs you!

To which Mr. Atlas replies, “Hey, you had Donald Trump and look at the thanks he got! You think I want to set myself up for that?”

We’ve just lost Afghanistan (not that we ever had it). Who’s next? Taiwan? I can just see the National Basketball Assn. rooting for Red China. John Kerry calling Taiwan “the aggressors.” I mean, who’s gonna protect ’em? Mr. Skinny Runt in Washington? Whose general think their main enemy is Climbit Change–or un-woke white people?

The Democrat Party: changing the world, one disaster at a time…

Rally ‘Round Each Other

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This is the worst nooze day I’ve seen in a while, and it’s left me almost speechless. All I want to do is go back to work on my new book. “Want,” not “will.”

WordPress tells me we’ve just topped 77,000 comments, all told. Not bad, given the ongoing efforts of Big Tech to stifle Christian blogs.

We need each other. We need each other’s prayers, encouragement, insights–and yes, humor. A good laugh is a gift from God. Our country is being ravaged by insane public policies concocted by a nest of lunatics in Washington. We’re looking forward to chucking them out in 2022, but first we’ve got to get there. How much more hurt can they lay on us between now and then?

While we still can–the continuance of our liberties becomes increasingly problematic–let’s make some noise, shall we? We’re only a blog, but we’re still part of America’s voice and we mustn’t be drowned out.

Keep your comments coming! If nothing else, at least they’re proof we’re not alone–and that’s worth something. Worth quite a lot.