On the sweetness of Mormon life. (more…)
Only the defeated come to possess sound ideas about the nature of things. (more…)
The perennial question, where are the great Mormon artists, continues to be perennial.
Can anyone direct me to a turf accountant who is making book on the various budget proposals? The nibs back Feckless Default to win going away, but this sportsman might be willing to take a flyer on a dark horse.
The United Kingdom is pushing Internet Service Providers to automatically block access to pornographic sites. Adults could have the block removed on request. (more…)
We Mormons may be repressed Stepford suburbanites to the casual observer, but put a critical mass of us together and glory hallelujah! we’re pure loopy awesome.
Some of our politically-liberal Mormon brethren get upset about this sort of thing. I don’t. If God can trust us with priesthood and gonads, guns are big furry lack of a deal.
Browning and the M1991 are worth the honor.
Lone Ghurka takes on 40 railroad bandits. And wins.
Apparently he was disinclined to resort to violence … until the robbers started to rape a girl.
Fighting the enemy in battle is my duty as a soldier; taking on the dacoits in the train was my duty as a human being.
Toynbee, Spengler, and space opera. Savory.
Tiger mothers, lion fathers, and G.K. Chesterton.
Proving there’s no juxtaposition too improbable for the Junior Ganymede.
(h/t/ Joseph Hertzlinger)
Though I’m not certain our culture is really short on epithets, and in need of more.
Put Your Shoulder to the Wheel as played for priesthood meeting by a convert aunt of Sally DeFord who played piano for silent movies: link.
The Junior Ganymede was against credentialism before it was cool, we should note.