Neanderpundit

spoiling for a bloody revolution. All forgetting that in those revolutions the wrong side usually wins.
I have always been amused at the Mormon approach-they are well thought of by most people that know them just because they are so damned nice. Shit, I never met a one who didn’t leave me feeling a bit lazy.

Problem is the left and it’s minions are immune to decency, no matter what. Look at this photograph of Pat McCrory having just handed an abortion advocate a plate of cookies. See the stupid look on her face?

This gesture of decency was met with nastiness and contempt, of course. That’s all the left knows. So while my better angels try to get me to be nice, it appears time has come.

But full on battle against an opponent who has superior numbers, superior armaments, superior training, and the force of the law and the media and the educational system behind it is just ludicrous.

of course, in the minds of the faithful, this is all just so much blather. When the faithful return to their faith, there is salvation- always is. The Jews in the ghetto and later in the concentration camp turned to the one thing that was left to them, the one thing that couldn’t be taken from them- their faith. We see things happening now, evidence of some fairly strong faith- but the faith of the Jews was such that it took a really superior enemy, in the nazi war machine, and caused it to collapse of it’s own volition through hubris and incompetence.

Liz at Halfbaked Sourdough (Update your links, folks) regularly speaks about prayer warriors, and this is indeed a prayer war. There will be advances and acheivements, and they will come with a lot of hard work, but they will not come without prayer. Most of mine involve a desire for the wisdom to know when and where not to be nice anymore.

Oglet: “Dad, scoot over so Uncle Partner has space”
Partner:”I keep all the space here between my ears”
Me”Yes. It’s like a Tardis”
Partner: “You mean a Retardis. It’s stupider on the inside than it looks on the outside”

Last night I sat in traffic for several hours while people stared at the darkening skies like a duck in thunder. Finally, tired of waiting for everyone to get their shit together, I got off the expressway and headed the rest of the way home on surface streets.

The rain hadn’t started yet but it was hella windy, so there was debris flying everywhere. The dry weather and a lot of farms having recently harvested and disced fields there was some kind of dust. I came up on a bicyclist I could barely see- he was pedalling furiously back from the liquor store to his trailer with a 24 pack balanced on the handlebars, and the wind was causing him to change lanes at random- and the blowing dust must have been incredibly painful

So I fired up the phone, put it on repeat, and played “I believe in a thing called love” all the way home. Justin Hawkin’s squealing voice and guitar made it all the more surreal and enjoyable.

Stopped at the local gyros place for some deep fried mushrooms and cheese sticks for the wife and daughter. While I was waiting a vagrant came in and ordered a sandwich. I showed him the weather pattern on my phone and told him he only had to wait about an hour to get free of the weather.

Later, I listened to the thunder as I drifted off to sleep, happy that nobody was making buffing wheels out of my pecker.