I wonder if he’d pray for us.
We’re always judging the people of the past, always finding them guilty–always virtue-signalling for 2019.
But what if the people of the past could judge our era, as we have judged theirs? Do you think we’d get off easy?
What if the Past Judged Us?
Meanwhile, I’m trying to understand why we ever let some communist paint a mural of George Washington’s life, and paid him out of the treasury. Why were we doing so much of that while FDR was president?
What goes around comes around.
If you can’t make fun of this, what can you make fun of?
Anyone who makes fun of members of Congress online should go to jail, according to Florida Democrat waste of space Frederica Wilson.
Shut Up, They Explained
In Britain you can’t write a screenplay in which the villain belongs to any Cherished Minority group. In America you can’t even write a script with animal villains without being sued.
I’m beginning to suspect they don’t want us saying anything. Unless we’re leftids or mere babbling jidrools like Ms. Wilson.
Did I just make fun of her?
All right! I’ve ground out this week’s Newswithviews column, I still have that monster of a Chalcedon novel to write (on social media/Internet censorship), I can forget about working on my book today, and in a little while we’ll have to dash off to the hospital and sit around and wait for heaven knows how long for Patty to get a scan the doctor ordered. Where suppertime fits into all this is one for Gyro Gearloose.
Pardon me, please, if I don’t get around to any nooze posts today.
Thank you all for your prayers–we need ’em!
I was too sick to write my Newswithviews column this week; so instead, here’s one from 2015 about Americans writing letters to a volcano goddess.
It’s a reproach to the church in America that such things should be. People truly believe they’ve offended that goddess by taking away a little chunk of rock from the state park, and that she’s gonna get them for it: so they send the rock back, along with a frantic letter of apology.
As I once observed in one of my immortal horror novels, the flip side of modern hi-tech scientific civilization is superstition and ignorance.
Ain’t gonna work no more, no more, ain’t gonna work no more…
So The Real Smart People tell the Brits they need to adopt a nine-hour work week–to Save The Planet, don’t you know–and that leaves us wondering: what are they going to do with the 31 hours they just chopped off their work week?
Making Humanity Redundant
I guessed “write neo-Shakespearian tragedies,” but I was probably wrong. Anyway, I needn’t have bothered–the answer was staring us right in the face all along.
You know hi-tech has the answer!
I lost the whole morning to the eye doctor today, but I’ve still got to come up with a Newswithviews column for this week. Think, think, think!
I’d rather not write about the politics that everybody else is writing about: who needs me for that? So I go back over my blog posts for the past week or so, looking for a topic–usually looking for two or three topics that I can tie together.
It’s not as easy as it sounds.
How about… how about… a nationwide epidemic of boredom? I ran a post on that last week. And from there I can segue into the ongoing efforts by people who should know better to get the whole country stoned on marijuana. It seems a natural tie-in.
And now it’s quarter to two, and I’d better get busy.
The freaks parading around for the Met Gala can’t possibly represent America. A country full of goops like that wouldn’t last ten days.
A Festival Of Culture Rot
So I wonder what this is for: what they’re trying to persuade us to think.
But I also ask myself, “Am I sure I want to know?”
“Yes, master! America is bad…”
It’s not a conspiracy theory when you’ve seen it with your own eyes, and heard it with your own ears.
They Call It ‘U.S. History’
The Far Left crazies who own the public “education” establishment hate America, our America, and want to “change” it beyond recognition. And we’re not only letting them do it–we’re paying for it!
I knock myself out, writing those Newswithviews columns every week, and it’s extremely frustrating when the column goes missing.
You can get to the NWV home page, but you can’t open my column. Don’t ask me why not: the message I get is sheer gibberish to me, might as well be in cuneiform. I asked Susan to try to open it on her computer, and the same thing happened. So at least I know it’s not because my computer is broken.
I will check from time to time to see if my column ever sees the light of day. Then I can post it here, as I usually do first thing Thursday morning.
Meanwhile, everybody, please let me know if you spot hide or hair of it. Like, anywhere.