So what’s not to like?

So What’s Not to Like about Child Sacrifice?

My Spiritual Life in 30 Seconds.

All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.

Isaiah 53:6

I’ve got some major complaints . . .

I just can’t remember what they are at the moment.

Life imitates art.

Jordan Peterson encounters the Hound of Heaven.

This is very interesting.

Score:   Hound of Heaven: ~The Infinity Symbol;  Everyone else: 0

Pot belly calling the Kettle fat.

Sometimes protestantism has a way of taking care of itself.

Meet Stewart Allen Clark, pastor of a Baptist Church in Missouri, or as the Baptists call it, the local pope.  Seems like pope Stewart speaks infallibly – at least until he actually speaks.  Last Sunday pope Stewart stated that married women who let themselves go are a real problem.  And the legendary Pot Luck dinners on the grounds have nothing to do with it.


To illustrate his point, the local pontiff observed that you can’t all be Melania Trump, but hey, the least you ladies can do is try.  Indeed.

A Missouri pastor is on leave after delivering a sermon telling women to lose weight and submit to the sexual desires of their husbands to keep them from straying.

Pastor Stewart-Allen Clark took a leave of absence Tuesday from First General Baptist in Malden after widespread criticism of his sexist sermon in late February. Besides weight loss and sex, Clark told wives to wear makeup, dress nicely, choose appropriate hairstyles and appear less “butch.”

Although the church in southeastern Missouri deleted videos from its website, a recording of the sermon appears on Facebook.

“Now look, I’m not saying every woman can be the epic — the epic – trophy wife of all time like Melania Trump. I’m not saying that at all. Most women can’t be trophy wives, but you know … … maybe you’re a participation trophy,”

You can read the rest of pope Stewart’s encyclical here.

Horton hear bupkis. Killing Dr. Seuss.

It’s hard to believe, who would have thunk

Why, no Who in Whoville would believe this junk.

That Green Eggs and Ham or a Cat in the Hat

Are code words for meaning something this, something that

And “a person’s a person no matter how small”

Reviling to those who think a baby person’s not a person at all.

We hear time and again from an unholy alliance

There’s a whole bunch of genders; just follow the #Science

Believing some fool in a lab coat who declares  “a mask, maybe two

Will save us forever from a seasonal flu. Do you?

We’ll be safe we are told by a geek in big glasses

With his magical jab stuck right in our asses

He can stop any virus as everyone knows

Unless it’s the kind that comes in Windows

Like Jill Biden I am not really a doctor, No, I am not

Even when her husband – you know the thing – could think a thought

When Michelle O read my books out loud everyone was glad

But three fish in a fight can be very, very bad

If I ran a zoo whether tiny or large

I would not, I could not put the dumb beasts in charge


Nancy Pelosi’s Recurring Nightmare.

From his lips to God’s ears.



HISTORY 102; The Enemy is You.

Same song; second verse.


Now get in line, peon, and put your damn mask on or else.