Things Are OK

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Got sidetracked today, but did get the tax stuff taken care of.  Finally done with that.

There is still a great deal to do around here, but I am taking it easier than I had been.  No point in knocking myself out–I don’t have a train to catch.

Was pretty tired today as I woke up at one-thirty in the morning and had a devil of a time getting back to sleep.  Hence, my fatigue today.  Sometimes it seems like having two productive days back to back is an impossible dream.

Today is Lincoln’s birthday.  We really liked February when I was a little kid in school because we would get Lincoln’s birthday off from school (if it was a school day) and ditto for Washington’s birthday.  Two days off from school was a treasure.

Well, now I will go and start my supper.

God bless everybody.

Patty

A Jackass Wins a Greegie REPRINT

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From May 22, 2013

This week’s Greegie Award, for egregious stupidity and clueless arrogance in government, goes to a jerk from Rhode Island who blames the killer tornado in Oklahoma on Republicans and other “climate change deniers.”

U.S. Sen. Sheldon Whitehouse–just what the White House needs, these days: yet another thing to be ashamed of–ranted on the Senate floor about the GOP “run[ing] off the climate cliff like a bunch of lemmings” and being a bunch of “polluters” and “deniers.” (Democrats, of course, never pollute. If you don’t believe it, just visit New Jersey.) “You drag America with you to your fate,” he gibbered insanely.

Yes–if only we would let progs and libs and Dems take all our money and wipe out all our freedom, and do whatever it is they want to do, there would be no more tornadoes. All we have to do is let them dictate the most minute details of our lives, and they’ll stop Global Warming in its tracks.

Senator Outhouse went into his partisan rant while the people of Oklahoma were still digging out the bodies and gazing blankly at the wreckage of their homes. This is clueless arrogance with a vengeance.

Meanwhile, today’s online AP poll asks, “Do you think the tornado was caused by Global Warming?” The poor AP pollsters: they never get the answer they want. The tally so far: Unsure, 373; Yes, 1,034; No, 2,170. That’s 2-1 against your side, boyos.

 

Neglected Horse Surprises Rescuers

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‘The Learning Channel,’ Culture Killer REPRINT

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From July 20, 2015

You didn’t really think I’d post a picture of some “transgender teen” up here, did you? Here is a monarch butterfly instead–in total contrast to the grotesque content of this post, for which I apologize in advance.

I suppose we can’t expect much from a cable TV channel that airs Say Yes to the Dress. But really–when you take ideas and practices that the whole human race has emphatically rejected for untold thousands of years, and suddenly try to make them the groundwork of your morality… well, you wind up with something like TLC’s All That Jazz: a “documentary series following the life of transgender teenager, Jazz Jennings, as she [sic: every cell in this person’s body continues to be male] balances school, family [note that school comes first] and her [sic] social life” ( http://www.locatetv.com/tv/i-am-jazz/season-1/9260065 ).

In this week’s episode, “Worried about keeping puberty at bay, Jazz and her [sic] mother visit the doctor to discuss her [sic] hormone test results.” Did your mother ever worry about keeping your puberty at bay?

As Jazz himself explains, “I was assigned male at birth {what? what kind of talk is this?] but happily live as a girl!”

I shouldn’t have to be the one to say this: but there is something evil and twisted going on in that family, and to celebrate it on TV, and pretend it’s good and praiseworthy, is more evil and twisted still.

Possibly some of this is just the age-old nooze media fascination with anything outlandish and bizarre. Dog bites man, so what? Man bites dog, it’s news.  But the man-bites-dog stories always go away in a few days, while this transgender stuff, already rancid, just keeps getting heaped higher and higher. Our popular culture is coming to resemble a Superfund site.

At the root of this is rebellion against God and the perverse desire to proclaim oneself as God. “Assign me male at birth–oh, yeah? Well, I’m gonna make myself a girl–so there!” Or as Satan put it to Eve, “Ye shall be as gods” (Genesis 3:5).

And in this case, it’s all crap, to boot. If you are male, every cell in your body has a Y-chromosome. No matter how you have yourself mutilated surgically, no matter how much you have yourself shot full of drugs and hormones, you’ve still got several million Y-chromosomes. You are still male.

Learn to live with it… if your demonically inspired parents give you a chance.

BASH, THE RESCUED VULTURE

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Fifty Shades of Fooey REPRINT

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From June 3, 2012

Having reviewed a movie without seeing it, I thought I might also review a book without reading it.

Last night on the radio I heard a discussion of a current No. 1 best-seller called Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James, supposedly a real person, according to Amazon.com. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, so my wife went to the Amazon site and read me some of the reviews.

According to the descriptions we read, the book has only three little flaws. 1) It is idiotically conceived and very badly written. 2) The parts intended to be lust-provoking are merely comical. 3) Behind all the lush growth of silliness lurks a filthy and unwholesome message. Other than that, it’s fine.

The story goes something like this: Some empty-headed turnip of a college gal hooks up with this guy who’s a drop-dead gorgeous handsome hunk of a billionaire, only 26 years old, with an infinite capacity for copulation, all sorts of artistic talents, the vocabulary of a parakeet, a glossary of politically correct “ideas” serving him for a brain, yatta-yatta, and they go on to have a lot of orgasms. Some of the reviewers counted up the times the same phrases and dialogue were used throughout the book, and the numbers are staggering.

Warning: If you read this monstrosity and liked it, you can’t come to this blog anymore. I mean it. You might have something catching.

You might think that real writers would rise up in mutiny against this sort of thing. I mean, we knock ourselves out trying to produce something of quality, and along comes this dreary laundry list of orgasms to take over the top of the best-seller list. But the publishing industry has been this way for quite a while now. They hire as editors people who scraped through community college with a C- average, whose prime qualification is that they can work for peanuts because mommy and daddy are subsidizing them to live in the big city. Having hardly more literacy than a swarm of mayflies, they often publish books that real editors, once upon a time, would not only have rejected, but would have also tried to shoot the author.

But what is most deeply objectionable about this particular “book” is its insinuation that really primo sex is of the bondage-and-domination, sado-masochistic kind. This is probably the first stirring toward the normalization of S&M–followed, inevitably, by its introduction into public school “sex education” curricula, TV sitcoms, the military, and the mainline/flatline churches. Disputing its legitimacy will be termed “hate speech,” and small-business photographers will be sued for refusing to memoralize some S&M couple’s flogging session.

Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin…

Opossum Becomes Surrogate Mother for Orphans

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The Lord is my Light

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It Got a Lot Warmer

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Yay!  It did get considerably warmer today–so glad for that.

Is there a lack of listening, or do some people just not care?  I had called the water company yesterday about my frozen water bottles.  The woman that I spoke to said when the delivery man came, he would take back the one bottle (which had cracked) and swap out the frozen for non frozen.  I usually get 2 bottles of water, now that Lee is gone and I don’t need as much.  So between the swap out, and the return of the cracked one and the one I installed yesterday, I would only need the 2 replaced bottles.  When I went out there- in the foyer- were sitting the 2 frozen bottles plus 2 new ones.  I had just put one in the cooler yesterday.  My foyer is very small and is shared with my neighbor next door.  My mailman will have to do a rather athletic feat to get to the mailbox.

Aside from that, the day went pretty well.

My accountant sent our tax forms back to be signed.

If you look closely at the picture, you will see a wild bunny standing there.

If anyone is looking for me I am behind the water bottles.

God bless everybody.

Patty

Science: Grown-Up Libs Still Have Imaginary Friends REPRINT

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From April 27, 2019

Incredibly rigorous research by Settled Science “R” Us has found that liberals–especially politicians and college professors–have imaginary friends all throughout their adult lives.

“The science is settled, so shut up already!” said Dr. X, who wishes to remain anonymous. “A lot of people have imaginary friends while they’re little kids, but big libs have ’em all their lives.”

Why do grown-up liberals have imaginary friends?

“First, what other kind can they get?” said Dr. X. “But second, and more importantly, who else but an imaginary person is going to provide the liberal with the constant reassurance he needs that he’s really, really smart, infinitely more virtuous than all those people he hates, and much, much nicer than everybody else? No real person is ever going to do that!

“You can’t help feeling kind of sorry for them. They think they’re so terribly smart, but they’re mostly rather stupid. They think they’re good and kind–well, that’s a lie! They think they do everything from the purist motives. That’s a laugh. Really, if they didn’t do so much freakin’ damage to the country, you could almost take up a collection for them. They haven’t got the ghost of a suspicion of how obnoxious they are. And they are appalled and mystified that ordinary people don’t bow down to them and acknowledge their greatness. Ah, me! Being the smartest persons in the world–it’s a thankless job!”

Liberals who do not yet have an imaginary friend, he added, can always get one just by watching CNN or MSNBC. “You’d be surprised how many of them have adopted one of the noozies they see on TV every night,” said Dr. X. “They love getting interviewed on an imaginary Sunday talk show by one of their imaginary friends–and they get a real charge out of it when Rachel Maddow or somebody praises them on international TV. That none of it’s real is something they lose track of rather quickly.”

Is this study saying, then, that the average adult liberal is… crazy?

“As a bedbug,” said Dr. X.