Sunday Funnies; Debates and Bad Puns

There are many, many bad, and off-color puns in the noods this week.

The left finds still more ways to get laughed at whiled destroying what little credibility they had. It’s become rather a habit.

This is truly beautiful work.

Any resemblance to the author is completely accidental

And of course

 

 

A Plea

Excuse me for stating the obvious – we’re losing. We’re losing the important things, the things that we’ve always held deep in our hearts. Civility, manners, traditions, all the things that make America – and Americans.

There’s something else we’re losing. It’s grievous. It’s lamentable. It’s just plain sad. It has become something wistful, some lovely lacey memory of what was.

Flowers. Yes. Flowers. There’s a whole tradition of flowers on Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day, and for funerals. They are predictable and virtually mandatory and have a certain ‘ho-hum’-ness to them. But your lady love, your significant other, your big (or little) sister, that favorite aunt, the little old lady that lives next door all alone. Think for just a moment – these people are important to your life and in your life. Shouldn’t they get flowers for no particular reason other than you love them and you think of them every day?

I have rediscovered the joy of jigsaw puzzles. I find that of the wide selection of ‘scenes’ to put together, I’m drawn to the ones with flowers. This has been such a terrible year – misery of one kind or another wherever we look. A lot of people are scared or depressed, or afraid of the future or any combination thereof. But there’s something very earthy, very calming about flowers. I would even say there’s something permanent about flowers – yes, they die but there’s always the assurance that they will come back again next spring, summer, autumn. They are bright, fresh, a statement of lasting beauty in the world. There are things that are untouched by politics or hatred or illness and flowers represent that. Life is beautiful. We forget that. God would not have created the range of colors, shapes, textures, fragrances, sizes because He had nothing to do one day. He created them to give us joy in simple things.

St. Matthews Gospel, chapter six, verses 25-29 “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: 29 yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” Ever seen a field of wildflowers? Texas bluebells? It stops you in your tracks and you take five minutes out of your busy day and just gaze on it. It’s miraculous. It’s stunning. It’s humbling.

My husband has bought me flowers once in 24 years. He says they’re too expensive and then they die. What he doesn’t know – what YOU don’t know – is what it means to women. When the doorbell sounds or the knocker has clapped, she goes to the door and there’s a floral bouquet. She never even notices the delivery person – all she sees is the flowers. She closes the door and carries the flowers like they are crystal and diamonds. She looks around to determine the best setting to place them (she doesn’t ‘put’ them, she ‘places’ them – there’s a big difference). She has to find ‘the’ place for them – they have to be where she can easily see them from throughout the house but it also has to be a place where anyone coming into the house will notice them. Because she wants the world to know that someone loved her so much, they sent her flowers. What you don’t know is she’s suddenly twenty again and the world is before her and even if it’s pouring rain, in her heart and in her mind she’s in a place of love and light and beauty. For this moment in time, she’s lifted up.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t know what flower she likes. We like all of them. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know what her favorite color is; there are so many colors that there’s bound to be a ‘special’ color in the arrangement that you never even guessed at.

What do YOU get from your financial investment? Shining eyes. Joyful surprise, a different kind of kiss. You get to overhear her tell her friends, “No! No reason! They’re beautiful!” What you ‘lost’ in dollars you can bank in your heart – you showed appreciation for all she does and for the lengths she would go to because she loves you and I’m not up on the exchange rate but I suspect that’s worth about a thousand times whatever the dollar amount was.

Here is my plea – it takes so little time. It is so easy to do online. Send her flowers. Just on account of because.

 

Sunday Funnies; Awesome Notepad

The awesomeness of an empty notepad

Meanwhile Outside Alys’s Restaurant

And of course

Meanwhile, I’ve noticed a strange feel in the air, like a ginger is trying to steal my soul

 

Random Observations

Just when you think it couldn’t get any better – check out this video.

Those are Hasidic Jews or Orthodox Jews; if you don’t think it’s a bold thing they’re doing, you have no idea how wrong you are. They are already targets – long before the Trump flags went up. This puts them right in the cross hairs of Antifa and BLM. I am humbled by their bravery.

If this doesn’t scare you – and hurt your heart – I don’t know what to say.

The Rabbi refers to procedures in New York as ‘soft pogroms’. Makes me shudder. Who would know better?

Another one. I’m stressing this because it is so important; we know ‘other things’ are at work during this virus. I don’t think these folks are wrong. 

Moving right along – I have collected (so you didn’t have to) the latest eye rollers on YouTube. I hesitate to say too much because sometimes, you just gotta see it to ‘believe’ it. But you’ll be happy to know (?) that the folks you assumed were gone, ummm, aren’t really. Check out these videos. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOuJItEozJc and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxAvZXINSqc. You know I have a love for museums and thought you’d appreciate this one. Hey folks; I just do ’em, I don’t explain ’em. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThDYazipjSI.

Let me make one thing perfectly clear; I am only ‘off grid’ as far as bigfoot are concerned – they, at least, have a chance of being something of actual, earthly, species. The rest of the ‘stuff’? I leave it to your own understanding. Or lack thereof. Or care thereof. Or … ya know, whatevah…

 

Don’t Believe Your Own BS

Bookworm Room

In The American Spectator, R.S. McCain asked a very pertinent question when he asks, “Why Is the Media Madness Intensifying?”

Those “very smart people” in the media also seem to place more confidence in the polls (Biden is supposedly heading to a nearly 10-point victory, according to the Real Clear Politics average) than to evidence that the Democrat is on the wrong side of a distinct “enthusiasm gap” among voters. If Biden is cruising toward a November landslide, why aren’t voters showing up at his campaign events? Why is it that every anecdotal report I hear is that Trump signs vastly outnumber Biden signs, even in reliably “blue” states? After the absence of supporters at a Biden event in Arizona drew attention this weekend, Professor Glenn Reynolds piled on the sarcasm: “Why bother showing up? CNN says he’s 16 points ahead. No reason even to bother voting, it’s over. Stay home, Biden voters. Stay safe, while you await his inevitable landslide victory.”

Remember that media mash-up of the crestfallen newspeople on election night? I’ll bet you do, like me you probably revisit it periodically to laugh at them all over again. There is an old saying, “Never believe your own bullshit!” That’s what they did in 2016 and it’s quite likely that having learned nothing from their experience, they are doing it again. Saleena Zito makes a lot of sense as quoted my McCain…

Trump was never the cause of the conservative populist coalition that put him in office. He was the result of it. After decades of voters’ dissatisfaction with both political parties, institutions, government, and culture, they voted for themselves and their communities over both party’s establishments. It wasn’t about voting for Trump.

A lot of very smart people keep missing that critical nuance.

If Trump’s opponents, or those who cover him, spent any time listening to voters and not making fun of them, categorizing them as a cult, racists, stupid, or whatever word of the day they are using to describe them, they would understand that.

And that is very true, as anybody in and west of the Appalachians and east of the Sierra Madre knows. Dissatisfaction has been building with the Republicans and well as the Democrats ever since ‘Papa’ Bush raised taxes even after we did ‘read his lips’. Kipling knew us (and our English cousins) well.

“The Saxon is not like us Normans. His manners are not so polite.
But he never means anything serious till he talks about justice and right.
When he stands like an ox in the furrow – with his sullen set eyes on your own,
And grumbles, ‘This isn’t fair dealing,’ my son, leave the Saxon alone.

Indeed!

One of the things we chortle over is the attendance at events. I suspect that I’m hardly alone at chuckling as a reporterette is totally confused when no one at all showed up at that Biden-Harris event in Arizona the other day, while Trump draws 25-50,000 almost every night. It’s called an enthusiasm gap, and it appears wider than The Grand Canyon this year. But what if the paradigm is wrong? Maybe we shouldn’t be measuring Trump-Biden, maybe we should be looking at Trump -BLM/Antifa. Bookworm talked about this recently. She says this:

It occurred to me, though, that we’re looking at this wrong. The polls shouldn’t be comparing Trump to Biden, or even Trump enthusiasm to Biden enthusiasm. It’s clear that the energy on the left isn’t for Biden. Instead, the energy is against Trump and America. Joe is just the decomposing surrogate for a Democrat party that intends to un-do the great American spirit. […]

If that’s the real poll — Trump rallies v. BLM/Antifa rallies — we have to fight harder than ever. We absolutely cannot look at the “Trump v. Biden” metrics and think “Those polls are wrong. The real energy is behind Trump. Of course we’ll win.” Instead, we have to look at where leftist enthusiasm really lies. Then, we vote as if our lives depend on it (because they do) and we hope that the people who like getting on the streets are too disorganized or too anti-social to make it to the voting booth. The fact that they’re young militates against a big voter turnout. The fact that they’re unprincipled carries the threat that they won’t be too impressed with the rules against cheating.

I don’t know if that’s plausible or not. But it makes a certain amount of sense to me. Biden, whatever you think of Trump, is a pretty crappy candidate from a party of losers. But there is a lot of enthusiasm for burning down cities, killing people, and destroying the America we know. If they all figure that Biden is the means, and the end justifies the means, we might just be in trouble. What to do about it. Vote, and vote in person. and Vote for America. Cause Joe Biden is eminently qualified to be the last President of the US.

 

 

 

Nightmarish Evil Ogre

(he who hides behind the innocuous NEO) should be afraid – very afraid – of what’s coming next.

We, the impish and malevolent, are planning a take-over of the Ogre’s den. Yes! WE are the ‘bumps in the night’ and we will make our presence known to all!

You can help to scare the mighty Ogre by writing a short horror story and submitting it to NEO. My heinous assistants will bind the Ogre with spells and publish your horrible horror tales right here, from the Ogre’s den!

The time is here! The time is now! Channel your inner Stephen King (left-leaning liberal that he is), your inner O. Henry, your inner Edgar Allen Poe (only I, the imp queen, am entitled to call him Eddie!) and scare the scales and warts off that Nightmarish Evil Ogre!

The gremlins and ‘ghosts within the machine’ have been trained and prepped to usurp the scheduling of Nightmarish Evil Ogre so your short horror stories will appear when he least expects it.

The sooner you get those horror stories to the gremlins, the better. After our glorious horrible Day of Demons (that humans call Halloween, foolish beings that they are), we may never again be able to bind the Nightmarish Evil Ogre.

Sharpen your quills, your talons, your jagged nails, and start writing!

 

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