The “slippery slope” is when you notice the inevitable conclusions of progressive premises before they’re ready to defend them
-thus EDJCB
I and sundry lads repaired to a masque–a costume ball sort of thingy, don’t you know–and what to Bertram’s wondering eyes should appear on making his grand entrance on said precincts than said lads all dressed identically to Bertram, viz., as truckers. What ho, what ho, what ho, quoth I.
Under the circumstances one felt rather obliged, after partaking freely of the potations, to form a convoy. The proposition being put to the lads, they being of one mind and unanimous assent, we set for freely into the night with a parting “ten four, good buddy.”
It was dashed festive.
The c. eventually decided, a destination being rather essential in such matters, to pay a call on “Blackface Trudy” Trudeau. Rather a rotter when at school, if one recalls, though a vehement faction maintained the mot juste was stinker, and a small but determined minority asserted he was Canadian. But old school ties being what they are, the motion was moved, seconded, and carried to pay the rotter a visit. Or stinker or Canadian, as the case may be.
Of course the stinker–or rotter or Canadian, as the case may be–was not in residence, having been called away at the last minute on urgent affairs. But no matter. The locals are rather cheery. I anticipate plucking the gowans fine until the cows come home, if not later.
Recent Norway law makes “hate” speech against homosexuality or transsexuality illegal, even in private. Sentences range up to three years.
A Finnish Member of Parliament is currently on trial for quoting the Bible on homosexuality.
This month Canada has made it a crime to urge someone to repent of homosexual sexual desire, or even, at least that’s how the law is worded, of their sexual behavior. A majority of influential Americans see that and think we should do the same.
Your worldview needs to accommodate the fact that many decisionmakers and influential people generally despise you and your beliefs and will punish them if they can.
Two (rare) articles about the crisis at the southern border. Rare because its largely ignored. We need a word that means the same as memory-holed but in real time.
The government is importing illegal aliens into the interior
Border Patrol Agents Get Angry in a Meeting with DHS Secretary
A guy was running along, started imagining he was chasing a boar, and his pace and stamina both picked up.
Can run much faster & longer if i visualize running down an animal, & boar works best
Deer doesn't work, the stride is wrong, loping instead of running
I think also has to do with imagining the smell of the meat? Fast & dangerous but also clearly a prey animal
— Bennett's Phylactery (@extradeadjcb) January 22, 2022
After reading, that night I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. I pictured a fire in a dark room. Red coals, black log resting on top (black because the only light is from the coals behind and underneath it, and little flickers of flame here and there. I instantly felt tension and bad posture leave my body. I felt snug. I thought, ‘wow, that’s cool,’ and then I was out.
And it came to pass that there was no contention in the land, because of the love of God which did dwell in the hearts of the people.
-4th Nephi
I always assumed this meant they loved God so much that they lived in peace with each other.
But “of” in English is a slippery word. It can mean love for God, like I assumed. It can also mean love from God, or more precisely, God’s love, the love that God possesses.
I like that second understanding better. They possessed what God possessed, as heirs and joint heirs.
I wonder how the phrase gets translated in languages where they have precision prepositions?
This was a very hard article to read. My poise and composure did not make it.
There are real graves.
You recall that they discovered a MASS GRAVE of HUNDREDS of INDIAN school KIDS at an old time boarding school for Indians in Canada. In consequence there was a 15-minute (or whatever they use to measure time up there) hate against Christians.
They burned churches.
It now turns out–prepare to be ASTOUNDED–there weren’t dead Indian kids, or dead kids, or dead anyone. MASS GRAVES except for the technicality that there were no corpses.
Some speculate that ground penetrating radar may have been picking up on tree roots.
Last night I visited Robin Hood and his Merry Men.
They greeted me in the forest clearing in front of the rocks where they live.
Folks believe they live in trees or something, so I should say a little more about their dwelling place.
It’s a big heaped up jumble of rocks. Boulders, really. The average rock is about the size of a man. I had plenty of time to compare as the merry men loved to leap up and down the rocks like mountain goats.
It’s a big jumble of rocks. It is more than five men high. I know, because I and some of the merry men decided for fun to measure it. We got a chain of men standing on each other’s shoulders five-men high before we came tumbling down to be caught by the men waiting around below. But the top man was still overtopped by the jumble.
They showed me inside.
It came to me that beauty and glory are the same thing.
Or aspects of the same thing.
Perhaps one is feminine tinged and one is masculine tinged.
But still the same basic thing.
This seems like it deserves much more attention:
– the total fertility rate in the US has declined from 2.12 in 2007 to 1.64 in 2020
– half the world’s population lives in countries with below-replacement-level fertility
– China now has a fertility rate even lower than Japan’s pic.twitter.com/CIbazSKue4
— Alec Stapp (@AlecStapp) January 4, 2022
Would one could say, ‘an enemy hath done this’
A rabbit was hopping along when an angel appeared.
“Rabbit,” said the angel, ” all Atlantis will be buried under the waves of the ocean in three days. Prepare!”
“What is Atlantis? What are waves? What is the ocean?”
The angel grimaced. “Listen, Rabbit, everything, everything, is going to be covered in water in three days. Like a flood that covers even the tallest trees, and also the water will be too nasty to drink.
The angel disappeared.
The rabbit wondered just what the heck he was supposed to do about it.
I dreamed that here we all were, our rickety selves (but somehow we were also metal machines). If we worked ourselves hard enough our parts would snap and our builder would then weld it back on, but sometimes in a more structurally sound place. Over time, the best of us were a mass of big welds and repurposed parts.