Ignorance and Superstition, in My Own Hometown REPRINT

From July 24, 2014

On my hometown “Community Calendar” yesterday, the following two items:

It’s time again for the “annual Animal Spirit Guide Event,” featuring “Our clairvoyant medium.” Have you ever known a medium who did not claim to be clairvoyant? Also, “your Animal Guides will assist you in answering questions about any area of your life.”

In the next town over we have a meeting of the Citizens Climate Lobby, “a national grassroots organization working to build political will to address the challenge of climate change.” They try not to call it “Global Warming” anymore.

My town calls itself “the Brainy Borough.” There’s a rumor that the spirit of a cabbage worm gave it that nickname. We’re spending over $30 million this year to operate our four schools, just about everyone here is college-educated, or going to be–and we’re going to ask the Great Squirrel Spirit, “Should I unload this stock, or hang onto it a little longer?”

As for the Citizens Climate Lobby, “grassroots” means “funded by George Soros” or some other villain. They must think we all just fell off the potato truck.

But the presence of these two items on the same page teaches an important lesson.

When you desert the living God, and reject Jesus Christ the Savior, you don’t just stand there from then on without any god at all.

No–you wind up in the clutches of a false god; and the biggest false god of them all is the State.

“Pay higher taxes, sign away your liberties, and obey us in all things, and our experts will protect you from the dreaded Climate Change.”

Falling off the potato truck is bad enough.

Falling away from God is worse.

Georgia, the racing greyhound, finds her forever home

Mini horse and his dog friend

Thanks to God

Missing A Cat

I’m still fuming over the wanton and ridiculous wrecking of our language.   Replacing  “mother” with “gestational parent”, etc.

If Peep were here, I could tell her all about it.

I used to tell all my troubles to Peep.  She was always there for me–I could share anything with her.  She loved me without reservations.  I was her world.  I was never such a big deal to anyone.  Ever.

In 2009, I had a bout of pneumonia.  The EMS took me out in the ambulance, and Peep was sitting under the dining area table.  She watched all these strangers in boots (it was snowing out) take me away.

When I came back, she stuck to my side for the rest of her life.

If I went upstairs to the bathroom, she followed me.  I’m sure she thought there was a secret door somewhere up there, where I might sneak out.  Or maybe those bad guys in boots were up there, waiting to take me away again.

I will get another cat as soon as I am able.

I just have to find my feet, first.  My situation right now is too iffy to make an important decision like that.

But I sure miss that little girl.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

Twilight–with a cat.

The Dog Knew Something Was Wrong…

The size difference is so great between these dogs..looks like two different species.

Some big dogs are so very patient with the little babies.

Meet the Fishing Cat

Why Vienna’s Graveyard Hamsters Are So Fierce.

What fierce little fellows they are!