Now It’s In My Dreams

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Last night I woke up in a sweat: I had just dreamed I was being carted off to the hospital again. I didn’t know why, no one told me.

Do I really need this stuff to be invading my slumbers?

All over the world, mean and stupid stuff is still going on, Far Left Crazy has just begun to realize that President Trump is serious about erasing them from the blackboard, and I need something that resembles rest. Dreaming about assorted medical procedures doesn’t qualify. I do not like dreams about my catheter.

No nooze today. Sunshine, cigar, Byron’s TV listings, lunch and a movie–that’s my day. Carefully planned!

So let’s just see.

No News Is Good Gnus

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I need a morale break, and I don’t mean maybe. So as for the nooze, I’m not doing any today.

Look–anyone who wants to bring in nooze today, has got to get past Fundo the Wildebeest. He’s in a bad temper, as it is: too much politics. A baboon came in with the latest Kamalalalala Harris quote and Fundo bit him.

But if you want to talk about stuff that’s not in the nooze–well, hey, come on in! Let’s make it a party.

Why Cover the Nooze At All?

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It’s always a relief to go nooze-free on the weekend; but the question inevitably arises: If it’s such a drag, why cover nooze at all? Well, I have my reasons. Here are some of them.

*The country is not OK and very badly needs help. Millions and millions of people don’t see that. If they did, we wouldn’t be in the shape we’re in.

*Refusing to do things God’s way way leads to nothing but trouble. There’s not one sin I can think of that can’t be avoided by keeping God’s word. Yes, if we could do it on our own, which we can’t, we wouldn’t have needed a Savior. We can’t sanctify ourselves; but we can at least repent our sins and try to do better.

*The people who want us to think they’re smart are really the dumbest dindles in the room and we should never, ever, listen to them. We can only hope some people catch on when elite idiocy is exposed, usually by mockery.

*We need a break so we can stay sane. I do, at least.

*It’s good for us to have fun together! Christian fellowship is good in itself, and it certainly doesn’t hurt to let non-Christians in on it, too. Maybe we’ll discover we can like each other.

Help Me Go Nooze-Free This Weekend

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(Put away the jack-in-the-box! It’s a news-free weekend.)

By the time Friday afternoon rolls around, I’m noozed out–like, I just don’t want to hear any more, let alone write about it. My battery needs to be recharged.

Ah… But if I don’t cover any nooze, why should anybody visit this blog?

Uh… for hymns, fellowship, fun stuff, satire? Would those things do it for you? We can’t get together on my back porch to play Monopoly, but we can hang out here. We can strike up conversations, you know. You could start one right here, on any subject that suggests itself. Just leave a comment. I enjoy it when we get to talking.

Now turn we unto Byron the Quokka.

A Nooze-Free Saturday?

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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.

‘Holy, Holy, Holy’–with Bagpipes

I’m trying hard to provide you with a nooze-free weekend without losing my audience. Dare I say so far, so good?

This hymn, Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty, just popped into my head; and next thing I knew, I was wondering if I could find it performed on bagpipes. Had anybody ever done that?

Well, yes! And here it is.

Our Nooze-Free Weekend (Oops)

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I’m afraid I’ve already blown it by posting the latest Demo-babble–but I’m not going to post any more nooze till Monday, if I can possibly get away with it.

It’s a very, very grey and dreary day out here, but spring is coming, honest–and here’s a picture of a tiger swallowtail butterfly to get you in the mood. And tomorrow we’ll have Chapter Idunno of Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney.

I do wish I knew some Simple Trick to get my viewership numbers back up to where they were before Jan. 17. But I don’t know that trick. *Sigh* I can only do the best I can.

Nooze-Free Weekend

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Well, we thought it would never happen. It seems we were wrong.

How about a nooze-free weekend, folks? Heck, there’s hardly anybody here this morning. And besides–who doesn’t know what the nooze is nowadays?

Stolen election, stolen country–stolen right out from under us. And because it’s never happened before, we don’t know what to do about it. We are now a captive nation under a government that has no right to govern us, no right to exist. Because they lied, cheated, and stole to get there.

You don’t need anyone to tell you that. That’s the nooze.

Avenge us, O Lord! Avenge us on those who did this to us–and on those who, through hypocrisy or cowardice, refused to do their duty by us.

We confess our sins. It’s our sins that have landed us in all this trouble. Move us to repentance, Father–and let your wrath fall on the heads of the ungodly. In Jesus’ name, Amen.