• Pragerisms

    For a more comprehensive list of Pragerisms visit
    Dennis Prager Wisdom.

    • "The left is far more interested in gaining power than in creating wealth."
    • "Without wisdom, goodness is worthless."
    • "I prefer clarity to agreement."
    • "First tell the truth, then state your opinion."
    • "Being on the Left means never having to say you're sorry."
    • "If you don't fight evil, you fight gobal warming."
    • "There are things that are so dumb, you have to learn them."
  • Liberalism’s Seven Deadly Sins

    • Sexism
    • Intolerance
    • Xenophobia
    • Racism
    • Islamophobia
    • Bigotry
    • Homophobia

    A liberal need only accuse you of one of the above in order to end all discussion and excuse himself from further elucidation of his position.

  • Glenn’s Reading List for Die-Hard Pragerites

    • Bolton, John - Surrender is not an Option
    • Bruce, Tammy - The Thought Police; The New American Revolution; The Death of Right and Wrong
    • Charen, Mona - DoGooders:How Liberals Hurt Those They Claim to Help
    • Coulter, Ann - If Democrats Had Any Brains, They'd Be Republicans; Slander
    • Dalrymple, Theodore - In Praise of Prejudice; Our Culture, What's Left of It
    • Doyle, William - Inside the Oval Office
    • Elder, Larry - Stupid Black Men: How to Play the Race Card--and Lose
    • Frankl, Victor - Man's Search for Meaning
    • Flynn, Daniel - Intellectual Morons
    • Fund, John - Stealing Elections
    • Friedman, George - America's Secret War
    • Goldberg, Bernard - Bias; Arrogance
    • Goldberg, Jonah - Liberal Fascism
    • Herson, James - Tales from the Left Coast
    • Horowitz, David - Left Illusions; The Professors
    • Klein, Edward - The Truth about Hillary
    • Mnookin, Seth - Hard News: Twenty-one Brutal Months at The New York Times and How They Changed the American Media
    • Morris, Dick - Because He Could; Rewriting History
    • O'Beirne, Kate - Women Who Make the World Worse
    • Olson, Barbara - The Final Days: The Last, Desperate Abuses of Power by the Clinton White House
    • O'Neill, John - Unfit For Command
    • Piereson, James - Camelot and the Cultural Revolution: How the Assassination of John F. Kennedy Shattered American Liberalism
    • Prager, Dennis - Think A Second Time
    • Sharansky, Natan - The Case for Democracy
    • Stein, Ben - Can America Survive? The Rage of the Left, the Truth, and What to Do About It
    • Steyn, Mark - America Alone
    • Stephanopolous, George - All Too Human
    • Thomas, Clarence - My Grandfather's Son
    • Timmerman, Kenneth - Shadow Warriors
    • Williams, Juan - Enough: The Phony Leaders, Dead-End Movements, and Culture of Failure That Are Undermining Black America--and What We Can Do About It
    • Wright, Lawrence - The Looming Tower

Will Our Minnesota’s Amy Klobuchar Sabotage “Secretary of State” Mike Pompeo This Week?

Minnesota’s Senator Amy Klobuchar is one of the very few civilized Democrats still alive  in our today’s American Congress, a daughter of a very difficult Jim Klobuchar of   gopherland sports world around a half a  century ago..

She is naturally civilized,  quiet,  politely straight forward, and very reserved……from Gopherland’s  Iron Range blood.

I am in the landscape garden business and served as her landscaper  before she began to push her political buttons years ago.   Pleasant, quiet, appreciating,  thanking, paying on time with a pleasant smile, so foreign from the habits of contemporary  fascist Dem uglies performing  in Congress, television, and newspapers these days.   One might also guess she’s actually religious, as well!

She was interviewed  on BBC Television that evening our Donald defeated that Hillary, February 8, 2016 and made my local roots very proud of her winsome adulthood.

She has an opportunity to demonstrate before her state and country, true honor and wisdom by voting for Mike Pompeo at Secretary of State this coming week.   I don’t think she could be damaged by the fanatic  leftist wing of her Democrat Party if she thought of her country first and so,  voted American for Mr. Pompeo!!

 

I Was Raised to Be, and Still Am a Godfearing JudeoChristian

I was born in 1934 and thereafter raised until my teens,  by the will and body of my overbearing  Germanic Lutheran Mother, to  be a Godfearing Christian as long as I lived.   “You cannot escape your God!” she’d yell when angry, sigh when contented.

I was a boy, poor, but  of good fortune, born curious, loved school, Church, and building with blocks and  Tinker Toys, play War no matter the  season practicing for my time to fight  Japs and Nazis, but I couldn’t read except newspaper headlines, maps, and atlases.

Our America was Godfearing Christian then.   The only minority in our neighborhood of 22 houses were the two Jewish families across the street from our house in St. Paul, Minnesota.

In Spring, 1942 I was ordered to take  charge of a Victory Garden my dad had signed up with the city to plant and maintain  a vegetable garden during the war effort on two empty lots across the alley from our house.  The city plowed the lot grounds without charge.   Our family, which turned out to be me,  would plant and care for all of the crops, and  could keep half of the produce but share  the remaining  half with the neighbors on our street .  (As a result I became attached to gardens ever since.   I have owned a landscape garden company for the past thirty years, and still work seasonally on  a half acre of beautiful grounds around the house where I live today.)

Americans  of all backgrounds, of all colors shapes and sizes, were civilized then.   I can still remember the names of every family of those 22 houses of our block.   The Landmarks were the only parents who lost a son fighting on the War front then.

All but two households  went to Church on Sundays….most were Roman Catholic.   One of the Jewish families attended Saturday Synagogue regularly.

News arrived by radio and newspaper.  Our morning St. Paul Pioneer Press and afternoon Dispatch were Roman Catholic in cultural “flavor”.   It was wartime.   Sunday papers carried pages and pages of pictures of bloody war battles.   I could ‘read’  every word attached to those battles, and  remember the names and draw the shapes of every country on any map accompanying the war stories.    I played war games out doors with my toy soldiers, tanks, anti-air craft guns, and bombed buildings I made of blocks or snow, depending on the weather, with Lockheed Lightnings, Corsairs, B-24s, and Spitfires.

Mom bought me my first globe of the world for my birthday,  September, 1942.   Atlases arrived each Christmas following….(She knew how to keep me out of her busy way, soothed and occupied.)

I had two close “step-cousins”,  brothers who  joined the Navy shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor.   They were on  Pacific front ship battles throughout the war, and survived.

Roman Catholics and Jews were Democrats in those days….but only Jews generally separated themselves from our community body.

We all read the same news, heard the same news on radio, and knew everyone’s name up and down our block.    We all went to God’s  place on either Saturday or Sunday.   Our teachers did the same.   My dad’s colleagues both Negro and white working at the huge nation-wide Rexall Liggett  Drugstore he managed downtown St. Paul, read and heard the same news as I, and attended their own Churches or Synagogues  on their Saturdays or Sundays.

Crime in the TwinCities then was practically non-existent.

I am still  a JudeoChristian Godfearing American to this day….only older and much wiser, more learned!  But I am unChurched and have been for over 60 years since I was in the military.

I am also “uncountried”….for I live in the land of Charles Schumer and John McCain Senators, socialist  primitives clogging up the  ‘right’,  or worse, Obamaling fascists on the Left, the ones clogging up the entire country’s welfare, its schools and universities, its television entertainment and fake news empires,  Google, Amazon, Starbucks,  the film industry, Jewish industries, and invader immigrants to aid Obamaling Leftism to dictate!

I crave for news, information to challenge me, educate me, help me defend or reject ideas, concepts I have amassed seeking “Truth” and retaining wisdom to make better decisions or solidify the ones I maintain.    Why would anyone seeking Truth of the day subscribe to the MPLS Strib…the home of the New York Times and Washington Post….of the leftist Jewish narrow minded?   or the Wall Street Journal who bear conservative writers of worth, but ignore Americana to sell more stock and trade?

I crave for religious inspiration not a lecture or chant, but some degree of  repetition of the human being’s discovery of  beauty and inspiration such as  I, and I am sure others have felt  when approaching the Grand Canyon, listening to  the “Messiah”, or absorbing the birth of your son or daughter, seeing parents after being overseas in the military….or even merely reading the beautiful verses of the first chapters of Genesis of the Book of Moses, describing the beginning of HEAVEN AND EARTH as described in the King James version of the Holy Bible.

I have never been more inspired by any “Church” service or activity in my life….more mesmerized by something “Holy Spirit” than when entering and participating in the ‘service’ of the  Russian Orthodox Church in Kiev, named, I believe, St. Nicholas,  of the vile USSR, in 1990, that  Sunday it was first reopened, conquering Soviet Communism, October, 1990!   I stayed, strayed, inspirited for hours walking from station to station, absorbing the fragrances,  candlelight,  and chants of Ancient Slavonic by the priests, being one of the countless thousands carrying candles…to a point where I have  never quite recovered to this very day.

I always enjoyed those inspiring Lutheran King James Bible Church  Services with its language, choirs and hymns the congregation would all enthusiastically sing or hear together in harmony…..All of this was lost when church  bureaucrats a generation or two ago decided to degrade hymns and texts  to first grade modern ‘lyrics’.

I often  stop by St.Paul’s Cathedral here  in St. Paul during the week to sit and absorb its quietude and interior beauty.  With today’s  leftist savages of  street, school, and university running and threatening wide and abroad tearing things apart,   how long can  the Church dare to keep  its doors open beyond Sunday services anymore?

Judaism as a religion,  disappeared from the Twin City  decades ago.   Synagogues still exist somewhere where  devoted Leftists,  an Alan Dershowitz or two might still attend for attention’s sake.

I am not Jewish, but I pray for those Saturday bearded Jewish males and their families walking together to Synagogue to succeed and flourish.   That environment I could readily  join if permitted to participate.  However I, a JudeoChristian, would want to know Hebrew.

Goodness is disappearing from our once great American democratic dream and struggle.    The new most powerful national, government supported  in-house religion is intolerant, fascistic leftism of Big Business proportions, its universities and schools, press and entertainment, local, national, and United Nations.

Only by returning to inspiration in family, life, Church or Synagogue, to seek Truth,  gather knowledge,  and secure freedom will  life of  the human animal  ever survive!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

President Trump Joins Football Champions in Prayer!

DOES THE ACLU KNOW ABOUT THIS?

On Tuesday, the University of Alabama football team visited President Trump at the White House. Trump honored the team for winning another national championship.

The visit featured an impromptu prayer:

Shortly after President Trump delivered his remarks, a group of players approached him and, after exchanging a few words, began to pray. The huddle showed the president bowing his head while a player placed his hand on Trump’s shoulder as he prayed for him.

Star punter JK Scott initiated and led the prayer:

Standing in the risers on the White House south lawn, Scott said he was overwhelmed with compassion when Trump took the podium.

“It had nothing to do with him being the President of the United States,” Scott said. “It had everything to do with him being a man, just being a son. It went from praying for the president to a place of truly praying over this man because God wants to touch him and God wants to show him he loves him.”

It required some quick action for the two-time Ray Guy Award finalist working to be drafted later this month. Trump was shaking hands with a few players after leaving the stage.

“And he looked right at me,” Scott said.

Stepping forward to shake his hand, Scott made the request.

“I said ‘Hey, Mr. Trump, would you let me pray over you,” Scott recalled. “He said ‘Yeah, come on.”

From there, Scott put one hand on Trump’s shoulder and the other on his chest.

“And I prayed literally what the lord was saying in my heart,” Scott said.

Teammates joined the impromptu circle. . . .

When it was over, the president had a message for Scott.

“He said ‘Thank you so much. That was so beautiful,’” Scott said. “Then he gave me a hug.”

I Attended Church Easter Sunday Where Good People Gathered for Inspiration, YET THE MUNDANE REIGNED!

My mother first sent me  to  Lutheran Sunday School in 1938, the  year before I entered kindergarten at my neighborhood grade school.   As I gathered then and remember now, the quality, character, and nature of teaching at this Sunday School was equal in spirit and content to the learnings offered  at public school nearby where I attended Kindergarten through eighth grade, beginning in 1939……where until seventh grade very, very well educated, highly skilled  old maid school teachers dictated  schooling in an environment defended by adults.

Eventually seventh and eighth grade classes began to drift…..GI graduates of war, not school, who desperately needed jobs, were replacing the well educated retiring old maid professionals, but had spent their training time avoiding death at the battle fronts of the second world war.

We pledged allegiance to the country every day of school.   We were taught to be inspired both in school and Church.  Learning was uplifting….Singing hymns ….listening to glorious music was to  introduce us to beauty,  to make us  feel, be,  closer to  “God”.

At each Easter Sunday service our Lutheran Church choir of  twenty five to thirty members, would sing Handel’s Allelulia Chorus…about three and a half minutes long before the congregation… adding to the classic hymnal  beauties the CONGREGATION would sing before and after  the sermon.   The Bible of worship came from the King James English Court of Shakespearean language….the most beautiful English ever written…..now long lost because the 20th Century ministerial bureaucrats  dictated the population had become too ignorant to understand beautiful language and glorious music and the importance of learning the history of the human animal.

With the exception of the final ‘selection’ of music, the hymns of Sunday’s Easter  of today’s Lutheran church were quite forgettable.    The entire congregation seemed to agree….and merely stood to show respect.

After a very brief sermon maintaining the forgetable, Holy Communion was announced….and the public was instructed where the grape juice might be located if preferred over Church wine.

Such good people attended this hour!!  It was so noticeable!   There was such a warm attempt at fellowship especially  at the end of  the service.  May God Bless Them All!

I was depressed….and went home depressed…… I had stopped attending Church regularly about seventy years ago……I married a Presbyterian, who like most Presbyterians, became too bored with traditional  religious and spiritual life….and decided positive for atheism….(It would be cheaper for the pocketbook!!)

My wife to be and I  tried “Unitarian” for that day of our  marriage……and never returned to Sunday Christian Service together again except for funerals.

With the exception of ‘revivalists’, religious boredom throughout the country followed as the soul of western culture began its decline, for God no longer was allowed to survive. Money had to be made on Sundays as well as the rest of the week.   The neighborhood Churches began to disappear.

Even the beautiful Cathedrals became cold and empty!

To counter losses,  regardless of ‘sect’,  the  American JudeoChristian bureaucrats in “Church charge”,  decided to   dump the Bibles and hymns of aural beauty and story to match the collapsing  national level of learning  sentences of speech, writing, and phrasing to match the now ugly  language of the street allegedly to increase understandings easier.

Try to find a King James Version of the Protestant Bible.  If you can find one:

Go to  “GENESIS:  The First Book of Moses”…….touch its beauty with your mind and  ear:

Chapter 1:  “In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.  And the earth was without form, and void;  and darkness was upon the face of the deep.  And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.   And God said, Let there be light:  and there was light.  And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.  And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night.   And the evening and the morning were the first day.

And God said, “Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.    And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament:  and it was so.

And God called the firmament Heaven.  And the evening and the morning were the second day.

And God said, “Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear:  and it was so.   And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas:  and God saw it was good.   And the evening and the morning were the third day.

And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night;  and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:  And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth:  and it was so.”

That is Genesis Chapter 1:  versus 1 – 15 …..and the art of it continues and continues.

I don’t think today’s Americans are much aware of anything beautiful within our today’s  world of speech, writing or music.   There’s no money in it.  There’s no teaching of it….no practicing…..no searching for it.   Where would you go to become inspired by thought and/or music?   There is no God being worshiped  to inspire it.

We live today  in the America land of Obama.   Music has been reduced to repelling noise….its lyrics usually champion vulgarity.    Why can’t the JudeoChristian world compete?  It, after all, survived Nero’s Romans and the Coliseum!

I wonder how many of you, dear readers, have ever heard of  George Frederic Handel?

My generation of learning instructed that by fifth grade of school,  his name should  be  recognized as the composer of the most beautiful piece of musical story-telling in the world….his  oratorio, MESSIAH.

Warning:   Listening  to this hour and a half Oratorio may inspire enough emotion  to cause an aural  form of drug addiction.

I wonder how many more millions of Americans craving for aural beauty these days might attend Easter Services if  on that special Sunday a magnificent recording of this Messiah would become part of the service,  half immediately before Services begin and the closing half at Service  end.

I recommend the Georg Solti Chicago Symphony Orchestra Messiah at London for a  trial run.

 

 

Tim Tebow, that boy any father could love, Is Still Lovable

Tim Tebow’s Unlikely Quest Moves To The Next Level–Again

In case you too are kinda sick of all the turmoil and chaos and criminal probes and anger, this one’s for you. But can you handle heartwarming news?

Tim Tebow was moved up in the Mets farm system this week to the Eastern League’s Double-A Rumble Ponies in Binghamton, N.Y. He’d never even been to Binghamton before Monday. Now, they’ll never want to see him leave, the famously faithful man who at 30 is trying to make it to the MLB bigs after the NFL cut the Heisman Trophy winner.

Stepping to the plate on a frigid upstate night in his first at-bat in his first Double-A game Thursday, Tebow took the first pitch and sent it out of sight down the right-field line clean over the Warner’s Gas sign. A three-run homer and a 5-0 lead against the Portland Sea Dogs, a Red Sox affiliate.

You know what? In his first at-bat last April for the lowly Class A Columbia Fireflies, Tebow launched a two-run rocket to left. It wasn’t always all that great in his first learning season in the Mets minor league system. But later he was promoted to the Mets’ St. Lucie team.

As we wrote here last July, a funny thing happened:

Attendance soared, even for away games way up in New Jersey. They couldn’t make No. 15 Tebow shirts fast enough. People drove long distances just to be around him. It certainly wasn’t always his hitting or fielding.

J.J. Cooper over at Baseball America cleverly studied the 14-team league’s average attendance this year and found crowds much larger for Tebow games, sometimes twice the size of non-Tebow games. He estimates the son of missionaries who started his children’s charity before college graduation brought the league a minimum extra $1.6 million this year.

The attraction was Tebow, the way he wears fame humbly, talks respectfully to everyone, especially youngsters clamoring, not always politely, for his autograph or just to bask briefly in his gaze. The look in the youngsters’ eyes. And their parents’. And on the faces of the special-needs kids he brings to games or organizes proms for.

It’s an incongruous sight, a hulking Tebow sleeping on the bus floor with baseball wannabes 10 years his junior. But he’s encouraging them and taking extra batting practice and all the coaching he can get.

At a welcome news conference this week he said:

Maybe my teammates can learn from. You can never let your identity be defined by cheers or boos. Because, honestly, it’s great to have support, but it can change really fast And the same people cheering you an inning later can boo. And you need to understand your identity has to be found in different places…As an athlete you have to have tunnel focus and a vision and a goal and that can’t be swayed by 4-for-4 or 0 for your last 12.

Tebow’s latest homer came at a good time. His Double-A debut drew Jeff Wilpon, Met’s chief operating officer, to the game.

“We look forward to having him perform and move up the system, which he’s doing,” Wilpon said. “That’s why he’s here — moving up the chain. He did well last year in A ball. Now, he’s got to prove himself here and probably have to go to Triple-A at some point.”

By the way, here’s video of Tebow’s Binghamton home run. Listen to the crowd.

https://hotair.com/archives/2018/04/06/tim-tebow-doublea-debut-3run-homer/

The Miracle of Life….up close!

Adorable: Baby sleeps in the same position as in his ultrasound photos

For many mothers, ultrasounds are an exciting window into the womb, a glimpse of the life growing inside of them. But for one mom, she had no idea how prescient that photo would be.

South Carolina mom Sarah Kelleher Steppling originally didn’t want to get a boutique ultrasound, but her mother and grandmother wanted pictures of the little preborn baby Michael. When she went to get the ultrasound, she was thrilled to see her baby boy’s beautiful face… and tickled to see him sleeping with both arms raised up over his head. Little did she know just how much Michael loves that position.

Steppling got her ultrasound at 38 weeks, and not long afterwards, she gave birth to baby Michael. And his favorite position to sleep in is that same position he favored in the womb. Michael still sleeps with both arms raised by his head, as you can see in this adorable video (click below):

It’s become increasingly clear that advances in ultrasounds have helped the pro-life movement, and how could it not? The more people understand the science of embryology and fetal development, the more difficult it is to deny preborn babies of their humanity.

A preborn baby’s heart is beating at just 22 days; brain waves can be measured by six weeks. And later ultrasounds, like Michael’s, are a compelling sign of why late-term abortion is so especially horrendous for so many Americans. This is very clearly an image of a human child, and the only thing that changes after birth is location.

Please click below to get a full view of the photo:

https://www.liveaction.org/news/adorable-newborn-baby-sleeps-position-ultrasound-photos/

Hero Reminds the Thoughtless WHICH AMERICANS ARE IN THE MAJORITY!

“I’M THE MAJORITY”

by John Hinderaker   at PowerLine:

On one hand we have foul-mouthed little twerps like David Hogg. On the other hand, we have Americans like Mark Robinson, who showed up at a Greensboro, N.C. city council meeting to protest against efforts by liberals to take away his constitutional rights. Robinson is remarkably eloquent. He sums up some of the essentials of the gun control debate passionately and well:

 

 

http://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2018/04/im-the-majority.php