Another Giant Has Left the Arena
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The losses of John MacArthur, Charlie Kirk, and now Voddie Baucham has
inspired thoughts that I think are worth considering. I keep thinking about
Teddy Ro...
(Liberals) Be Careful What You Wish For
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I've been listening to a lot of Right-wing, Conservative media and haven't
heard anyone else mention this yet...
So. Remember that you heard it here fi...
2018 – A BLOGGING SABBATICAL
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To my surprise, I have not written anything here in a year. I know that
blogging is such less popular than it was 10 years ago, but still, it is
surprising...
The Babylonian Trick
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The estimable Hans Fiene, the pastor behind Lutheran Satire, puts a name to
a particular and time-honored technique for violating religious liberty.
He ca...
Personal and lectionary
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I have been trying to move this place around, and things have got messy. At
present I’m restoring the backup Continue Reading
Conan, what is best in life?
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Conan, what is best in life?
"Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations
of their women."
One party works that way.
The oth...
New Year Greetings
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We’ve enjoyed having our whole family home for the holidays this year.
After a very busy fall, it has been good to come to a screeching halt and
just enjo...
The Reckoning
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Harassing a woman is awful.
And believe it or not it's not lawful.
The gropers are paying.
'Cause the mobs are a-baying.
Damn sure they'll be getting their c...
Week 1 NFC North QB ratings
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Since most contributors to this blog root passionately for an NFL squad
within the NFC North division, it's the only division that matters here.
With that,...
Three Years On (and On)
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by the Night Writer (reposted from No Longer I Who Live) One week ago, the
day before Easter, I spoke before our monthly men’s breakfast and told them
that...
No more dreams about dung
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J.I. Packer once asked, ‘What normal person spends his time nostalgically
dreaming of dung?’ One who doesn’t understand Philippians 3.7–10: But
whatever ga...
That's what is called a rugby kiss. I admit I gave a few of those (usually in an innebriated state back then) Most of the rugby groupies accepted it as a part of our natural instincts; but, some guys did manage to get glasses of beer thrown in their faces if they picked the wrong girl to do it to.
This woman is lucky, and I'm glad she's alive. She'll have a great story to tell when she hears--"grandma, why do you sit funny?"
2 comments:
I'm glad the lady's all right.
WhenI read the bit about the dog running off and coming back with help, I couldn't help thinking,
"Bark! barkbark!"
"What's that Lassie? Timmy's fallen down the old mine shaft?"
"Barkbark!"
"And we've got to rescue him right away?"
"Bark!"
"Okay, let's call the ranger and get some help!"
The bear was a rugby player.
That's what is called a rugby kiss. I admit I gave a few of those (usually in an innebriated state back then) Most of the rugby groupies accepted it as a part of our natural instincts; but, some guys did manage to get glasses of beer thrown in their faces if they picked the wrong girl to do it to.
This woman is lucky, and I'm glad she's alive. She'll have a great story to tell when she hears--"grandma, why do you sit funny?"
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