Just checking in here. Poor Bradlaugh is in total lockdown under drop-dead date for delivery of book manuscript to publisher, Jan. 5th. Blogging activities & all other, except biological essentials, suspended for duration …
However the pagan deities must be served. Trip this evening (12/23) to Smith Haven Mall (Long Island) for last-minute gift shopping with fambly. Hung out in Barnes & Noble while kids chose gift books. Got stuck at “Spirituality/Religion” section. OMG. The Secret & innumerable ripoffs …
The Purpose-Driven Life & ditto … Face to face with the HUGE market for this smiley-face sprituality … That’s us, that’s homo sap. Ignore it at your (political) peril.
Rick Warren? Looks like good guy to me. U.S.A. needs someone to represent the “ceremonial deism” that our public spectacles demand. Must be elooquent, white, masculine-looking., not too obviously sectarian. Warren just the ticket. Bradlaugh endorses Warren.
Now please excuse. Friend gifted Bradlaugh with Laird’s Applejack liquor. Revelation! Cares forgotten. Merry Christmas to all.
We’re doomed, pass the ‘jack.
Shucks, and I wanted to share with Derb the screenshot I just took from NoradSanta.com, showing Santa in Pyongyang!
Laird’s Applejack is great. I discovered it about twenty or so years ago. As for “The Secret”…any book that tells you how you can be thin, rich, famous, successful, and hot without doing a single thing to achieve those ends (just visualize yourself as thin, rich, famous, successful, and hot and you will be) was bound to be a giant bestseller. It’s very big in WalMart along with Dr. Phil, Rachael Ray, Rick Warren, romance novels, vampires, and “The Left Behind” series. It’s enough to drive you to…Laird’s Applejack.
Not hardly.
The political peril is yours, for hooking your wagon to the waning socon star. At 28% of the electorate and declining, white married xians are going to go the way of the dinosaurs. This election was the political equivalent of the extinction event at the K-T boundary. Why not just let the ooogedyboogedies lemming themselves over the looming demographic cliff and make your own party? Aren’t you sick of making lamo excuses for the pig-ignorant stupidity of your fellow travelers?
My condolences on having to brave Smith Haven Mall at this time of year. A decade or so ago my younger sister forced me there for a last-minute shopping spree on Christmas Eve, and I didn’t forgive her for many years. You’re a good family man, Derb. Merry Christmas!
Poor Bradlaugh is in total lockdown under drop-dead date for delivery of book manuscript to publisher, Jan. 5th.
What I want to know is, how much Applejack did it take to cause you to refer to yourself in the 3rd person? Must be powerful stuff! I need to get me some 🙂
Merry Christmas, all.
Merry December 25th, everyone.
Note to self: Only blog when SOBER. Though after an evening being dragged around the mall, I think I may be forgiven.
If referring to oneself in the 3rd person is a consequence of applejack ingestion, Bob Dole musta drunk a keg of the stuff.