“Weary, they wavered at times, worshiping idols,
Summoning sacrifices, saying old words aloud,
Praying the demon who damns would deliver them.
Old customs were curious but comfort was missing . . .”
(Beowulf, pp. 12-13
The Authority of a Fraudulent Election
Introduction: I will begin by saying that there is a sharp difference between saying “not my president,” on the one hand, and “not our president” on the other. It is very easy for individualistic Americans to sport a bumper sticker that says, “Don’t Blame Me. I Voted for the Other Guy.” That is not how …
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Ecochondriacs [1]
This book is dedicated to Mark Steyn, to whom I am indebted for various things, including my introduction to the word ecochondriacs. Sunday Night: Countdown: Dr. Helen Greene let herself into her brown Annapolis townhouse apartment, kicked off her shoes by the front door, set the small bag of groceries down on the kitchen counter, …
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Grendel in Greed
“So Grendel in greed held goodness at bay,
One against all, that one against many,
Till greed toppled greatness. The ghost all, deserted,
Stood wasted twelve winters of woes in their seasons.”
Pornography for Cuckolds
Introduction: Christians across the board know that pornography is a problem. The only Christians who don't know this are that special class of Christians called non-Christians. They are the ones who ...
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Without Any Yowling at All
I went to bed last night not knowing who the next president would be, which shows much fortitude I think. And I woke up braced for a Biden administration, and did so without yowling at the ceiling, which shows even more. But as things stand, it appears to be leaning Trump, but still too close …
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The Gift of Creation
God “summoned the splendor of sun and of moon,
Lifting as lamps their lights for earthwaru.
He filled all the fields with fruit for the tasting,
He gave us such greenery, good leaves and branches.”
Letters to Read While Standing in Line to Vote
Official announcement: Due to the heavy volume of letters, along with a few other things going on around here, more letters than normal will not make it in this week. Sorry about that. Hopefully things ...
A Demon Demented
“Now a demon demented, in darkness a prowler,
Held a hard grudge when he heard with great pain
The great and the good with glory were feasting,
The scop sang their songs, the strings were well played,
The harp filled the hall, a herald of joy.
So skilled in his singing, he sang the creation . . .”
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