Thank you for your service. I am so sorry for all of us. We have failed you as a nation, as neighbors, as voters, as caretakers of Liberty. Pray for us, you are in the better place now. God bless you.
h/t to the invaluable American Digest.
Sorry for not checking in with you guys on your blogs, much less my own. New job has been exhausting and fun work, but it’s still called, “work” for a reason. I swear, it’s like I went from 0mph to 100mph in a moment.
Taking 40 days off from politics has just about cured me of them, so there’s that, too.
Meanwhile, I awoke with a brilliant idea for a museum. Do you ever do that? Wake up with brilliant ideas? I’d tell you mine, but museums are cash cows (we’re talkin’ 50% profit margins, if you do it right) so go find your own. Or spill the beans in the comments.
Hope everyone’s well!
If any family members born of my womb are present, please leave the room. Now!
Why aren’t the “gun control” people clamoring for “penis control” to combat rape? Can’t we agree that the penis is the problem? Am I wrong, or did I miss the memo from the Feminazis that all men are rapists? I don’t agreee, but for the sake of argument let me continue.
Try to engage with a gun-grabber and all you get is them walking you back around to guns=evil. They will excoriate you for trying to address evil when it’s plain to them that GUNS are the problem. They will reject your appeals to logic, decry the fact that words and ideas have killed far more people, they will even shut their eyes and stop their ears against any appeal to consider the will to act comes before the action. And they will never see the irony of this:
Okay. Hypocrisy is duly noted, properly mocked and seasoned with salt.
But Hollywood won’t address the thought behind the trigger. It’s puzzling because they are usually so quick to blame the “evil” corporations, “evil” Republicans, “evil” Christians.
We’re grownups and we all know the real difference between a penis and a *PENIS!* is the mind of its owner. Without the will, the “weapon” is harmless. Further, the weapon must be wielded by someone with the strength and skill to effectively accomplish its intent.
So why aren’t the brave crusaders calling for the confiscation of all penises?
When I posited this on Twitter, The Maximum Leader responded, “When they can pry it from my cold dead hand.”
[Guest post by the J.R.]
How to compare
This mystery so fair?
From Heaven He came
And we are to blame,
But instead of God’s wrath
Brings a Shepherd’s staff.
Born in a manger–
What could be stranger
We’ve heard it so much
It means nothing to us.
Condescends to our estate
Born not rich or head of state
Born not a Super Star
To be seen from afar
Born not Greek
At Plato’s feet (Though Plato bows)
Born beneath our estate
A Roman slave’s fate
Far from home both Heaven and earthly
Of Him the world is not worthy
No bed nor room at an inn
No midwife nor family or friends
Among the beasts and in the dirt
From which we came and will return
We the powerful, rich and proud
Cannot conceive the wonderous sound.
We build our towers of steel and illusion
In our world so full of confusion
In our effort to reach the unreachable,
Need humble ourselves and be teachable
Of a virgin so tender and mild
In spite of my sins on me He smiled.
He, the righful Ruler of all
We, the guilty of our own fall.
Deserving wrath and rejection
Receiving grace and acceptance.
Strive not upward with towers of Babble
Our salvation lies not there
In the dirt among the rabble
Humble, on bended knee.
-by The J.R.
Because everyone knows that chickens vote Democrat and that Obama depends on the cows giving milk for free. Or something. Ra-a-a-cisssst!
How can we expect a chicken to give its life for us and not allow it to vote? Why should cows work for the man? Let the cows decide. “My milk. My choice!”
Write your own jokes in the comments. Chicken suffrage now!
Meanwhile, in another part of the world where folks are just glad to have enough to eat and a dry place to sleep, the J.R. is making friends:
I’m just hoping he comes home. I know he wants to stay. He’s happily translating for the team instead of shoveling cement. Slacker!
Heavenly bodies as serving bowls:
Found at (where else?) Foodiggity.