Sunday, June 2, 2019
Saturday, June 1, 2019
"Your Comment on ‘You Don’t Have to Be in Des Moines.’ Democrats Expand Primary Map, Spurred by Social Media has been posted in the New York Times"
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My Poem about Trade Tariffs Against Mexico is Posted in the New York Times
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Devotion leads to peace of mind
Ronald A. Rasband
"As we live with devotion born of faith in Jesus Christ, we will feel the peaceful presence of the Holy Ghost, who guides us to truth . . . "
Ronald A. Rasband.
Devotion leads to peace of mind,
when with Christ we are aligned.
With the Holy Spirit's guide
we can shun both sin and pride.
Truth is not subjective -- nay!
Not when God does lead the way.
Devotion born of faith succeeds
in filling all our wholesome needs.
Friday, May 31, 2019
Netflix Review. Legends of Tomorrow
How to explain the allure of this series? It's goofy and laid back in a way that other shows attempt but do not succeed at. And my Prude Alarm (which I like to think of as a righteous Spidey Sense) never tingles when I watch this show -- even though it's filled with the kind of leftist liberal twaddle that Hollywood dishes out in such massive quantities today.
No, I really can't think of an adequate way to explain this show's appeal. Except, maybe, to say that it's like the real comic books of my gilded youth -- the kind that featured implausible plots and zany villains to such an extent that my prepubescent cerebellum threatened to implode. They have just posted Season Four, and I am binge watching it like it was the World Series.
Is it possible to OD on popcorn and root beer floats?
A Way Out and a Way Up
Jeffrey R. Holland
Fortunately, there was going to be a way out and a way up.
Jeffrey R. Holland.
If mortal life's a prison
(and it seems more ev'ry day)
then finding an escape route
is the only prudent way.
But seemingly all pathways
of escape, with gravity,
descend into the gully
of much broad iniquity.
The only road that takes me
up from whence I came is priced
with believing reverence
for only Jesus Christ.
Freedom from the bonds of sin
comes from one Man alone --
who for me died on a tree
with no complaining groan.
"Walk out and up" he asks me,
and I'll try my best to stride
along the trail he offers
without slothfulness or pride.
Thursday, May 30, 2019
Netflix Reviews. Ingress. The Seven Deadly Sins. Tuca and Bertie. The Defenders. Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee.
There's this stuff, see, that's called XM -- some kind of fairy dust that can be used for mind control and to make really pretty confetti patterns around the protagonists and villains as they chase each other around Tokyo. Then there's these people called Sensitives, who can see your past life when they touch you -- so they wear black gloves to keep from being bored to death if they happen to touch someone like me. And, of course, there are a half dozen secret government agencies and a bushel of evil industrial laboratories where bad things are being cooked up to bruise mankind.
It all adds up to a rehash of X-Files and The Golden Compass. If only Godzilla would show up, this series might beguile me into watching all eleven episodes -- but as it stands now, I'd rather go fix a can of black beans and wieners for lunch and try my luck with something else.
THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS
A pretty decent anime series. Engaging rogues, giant traveling pig-taverns, kaleidoscopic demons, and just enough bosom to tantalize but not scandalize. I'm gonna eat my black beans with wieners, with a can of Shasta Mountain Rush while I watch a coupla episodes from Season 3.
(2 hours later) Sheesh, it takes a real effort of will to stop watching this -- so I guess that's a thumbs up. Or else a depressing indicator of my continuing mental decline.
TUCA AND BERTIE
A highly caffeinated adult cartoon that I sincerely enjoy watching. This series is a serious time-waster. Good thing I'm retired. A mature adult who's holding down a responsible job has no bizness in lollygagging about with this nutty frou frou.
But then it got pornographic, so I said the hell with it and got myself some banana pudding.
THE DEFENDERS
I'm not a big fan of Urban Noir. And I am a dedicated foe to tediously long expositions and tepid flashbacks.
And 17 minutes into Episode One of this series, that's all I'm gettin'. It's enough to make a couch potato start to rot.
And then it got pornographic, so I made a pitcher of powdered milk, added some chocolate malt mix, and drank a pint straight. Pfui.
When you've made your pile and just want to sit back and slack, you do what Mr. Seinfeld has done. Hire some people to film you while you play with old cars, go to coffee shops to kvetch about the service and pastry, and shoot the breeze with showbiz mavens. What's not to like? If you want to know what a smart comedian does after he's proven himself, besides self-destruct, this is the series for you. I like it. I recommend it. I've watched all the episodes.
I had to end this series of reviews with something positive and intelligent. I'm rewatching the episode where Jerry S schmoozes with Jerry L. Two titans in the same comedy racket, but not competing. Making nice. May I go out this smoothly.
Truth
Neil L. Andersen
Truth looks backward and forward, expanding the perspective of our small point in time. Neil L. Andersen.
The only truth that's worth the price of all our mortal strife
is contained within the teachings of our Savior's life.
He alone has given us expansive views correct
that open up a universe the vain cannot detect.
When our perspective, picayune and limited indeed,
is coupled with the Savior's from all bias we are freed.
Almighty God please speed the day when we see eye to eye
and live thy truth so fruitfully that error we defy!
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