Hey!  Remember this?

And I said I wondered where our campers fell in this graph and I bet that most of them were in Silent and Baby Boomer and MAYBE a couple in Gen X.  Well, we haven’t had too many respond, certainly not enough to get a real sense of the numbers. But, maybe this will be an incentive for more people to chime in.  But, for the record, right now, 60% of us are Baby Boomers and 40% of us are Silent Generation.  

I didn’t think it would be that drastic of a split, but … okay, truth in advertising … five responses, 3 for boomers, 2 for silent…so, not a huge data base.  So, anyway, send me your responses and I’ll keep track.

And in the meantime, 

Wait!  One more thing!  Since I don’t want to spoil the laughter, let me get this out now before we start laughing, then whoever wants can put this down, like I’m likely to, and come back later, maybe go wash their mouth out with Listerine or something.

Whoopi Goldberg had the absolute gall to say on national TV that the way the women are treated in Iran is the same as the way blacks are treated in the United States.  HOW DARE SHE!  You know, I knew she was a moronic, blind turnip, but I had no idea she was that incredibly uncaring and hateful for EVERYONE who isn’t black.  Let’s take a look.  Just a couple of quick examples.  Women in Iran can be beaten, and even killed for removing their head coverings and letting their hair show or dancing in public.

I can’t think of a single instance, in any state of the United States where it is illegal, much less carries the death penalty, for black men or women, to remove any kind of covering nor for dancing.  You understand what I’m saying.

It is also the death penalty for ANYONE to criticize the government on any social media platform…and what is it that Whoopi does for a living on national TV?

Goldberg, you should be ashamed of yourself!  How dare you denigrate those poor Iranian people like that.  It just shows that the only thing you REALLY care about is stirring up racism in your own country.  YOU are the REAL racist.  

Woe to those who call evil good and good evil,
who put darkness for light and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!

That’s Isaiah 5:20 and you should pay CLOSE attention.  

Okay, I’m done.  Now…

I’d ask how many of you know who these guys are, but we’ve already determined that (so far) 100% of you are as old as I am.

An enormously wealthy 65-year-old man falls in love with a young woman in her twenties and is contemplating a proposal.
 
“Do you think she’d marry me if I tell her I’m 45?”  he asked a friend.
 
“Your chances are better,” said the friend, “if you tell her you’re 90.”

You know, I was thinking, what’s the big deal, they’re probably drop tanks (fuel tanks) or travel pods (storage containers), then I zoomed in on it and looked and I can see the lugs at the bottom where they connected on to the weapons pylons and zooming in on the front looks like where the fuse screw in … so … dang!  I don’t remember what they are called because I never loaded a lot of them, I spent more time with the Mk-82, 500 lb. but those look a lot like the old 250 lb. bombs.  So yeah…dang.

Dear dumb liberal protesters,

If you don’t walk in the middle of the road and block traffic, you’ll never get run over.

There are 900,000 illegals in Los Angeles aloe.  Illegals cost California taxpayers $31 billion every year.  ICE is going to save California.  I voted for it.

No one in Congress should have dual citizenship.  Anyone who does should be removed immediately.

Something from Kairos… 

Who the church?  — WE THE CHURCH!!!

Were?  WERE????

Cop: You’re going to prison for forgery.
Me: [Slides him a 37 dollar bill] How about now?

How come we have anger management classes but not stupidity management classes? You can be stupid, but I can’t be angry? Your stupidity is probably why I’m angry in the first place!

Psalm 122:6-7  ⁶ Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee. ⁷ Peace be within thy walls, and prosperity within thy palaces.

When Democrats lose, streets burn, police are hit, and businesses get looted.  Every single time.  Don’t ignore the pattern.

Sweet amen!

Excerpts From A Dog’s Daily Diary:
 
8:00 am – OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
 
9:30 am – OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
 
9:40 am – OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
 
10:30 am – OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
 
11:30 am – OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
 
12:00 noon – OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
 
1:00 pm – OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
 
4:00 pm – OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
 
5:00 pm – OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
 
5:30 pm – OH BOY! MUM! MY FAVORITE!
 
6:00 pm – OH BOY! PLAYING BALL! MY FAVORITE!
 
6:30 pm – OH BOY! SLEEPING IN MASTER’S BED! MY FAVORITE!

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Excerpts From A Cat’s Daily Diary:
 
DAY 183 OF MY CAPTIVITY
 
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
 
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
 
 Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs.
 
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair, must try this on their bed.
 
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, this is not working according to plan.
 
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of “allergies.”  Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
 
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.
 
The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time…

33 People Who Went Online And Unintentionally Announced That They Are The Dumbest Person Alive

I’m not even gonna ask.

I get an email and a magazine called The Stand.  It is put out by the American Family Association.  The same people who do American Family Radio.  A FANTASTIC organization.  One of two organizations that I give a monthly donation to.  The other is RIF, Reading is Fundamental.  Anyway, The Stand email had an article that was so really good that I want to share it here with you guys and possibly talk a little bit about it.  It’s very short.  I page, typewritten when I copied it for the guys at the jail for next week.

Paul’s Open Letter to Jesus

 Rebecca Davis                                                                                                                   April 08, 2016

Open letters appear to be a trend these days, especially on social media. A quick scroll through Facebook reveals an open to letter to … “the friend I lost too young,” “anyone looking for love,” “parents who financially support adult children,” “my neighbors who have a grill,” “Millennials writing open letters” – the list goes on and on. 

Google explains that the purpose of an open letter is to address publicly a certain individual or group of people in an often-critical manner. To me, it’s like saying what’s on your heart without saying it directly to a person. If it strikes a chord with the reader, then that’s likely for whom it was intended. 

Perhaps, in a way, open letters are akin to conviction. I’m certainly not downplaying the role of the Holy Spirit or saying that a man-written letter replaces it. But what I am saying is that sometimes these open letters function as tools of conviction, and they hit hard; they pierce the heart, and it hurts – in an infuriatingly good and gracious way. 

Yesterday, I read one like that. Actually, my husband read it to me. It was written by Paul Middleton, a pastor my husband learned and served under for several years. Almost 20 years later, Paul continues to pastor at Calvary Baptist Church in Batesville, Mississippi. My husband pastors a church now too. In fact, Paul helped my husband work through and understand God’s calling on his life. Their mentoring relationship continues to remain strong. And because Paul has had such an impact on my husband’s life, he now influences my life. 

So when my husband came home yesterday and said he wanted to read something to me that Paul had written, I listened. And quickly decided I needed to share it. He didn’t title it, so I’ve decided to call it “Paul’s Open Letter to Jesus.” 

Dear Jesus, 

I have been reading a lot lately, and I have realized something. 

I hate to tell You this, but You could use some sensitivity training. Was it really necessary to label an entire group “a brood of vipers?” Let’s watch our words, please. 

Didn’t you know that Your insistence of heaven’s entry plan would obliterate the commonly held belief that there are many ways to eternal bliss? Did you have to polarize people with such a rigid stance? Did You mention a place of eternal torment for those who refused Your forgiveness? Seriously? Were You not privy to a few advisors? I can be fairly certain the cue cards specifically mentioned love and peace. 

And about that lady … You know the one. You told her … gulp … to “go and sin no more.” Jesus, did it ever cross Your mind that she would hear that statement as a personal attack on her way of living? Dare I say, You made a moral judgment that her lifestyle was wrong? Do You know how high and mighty that sounds? Didn’t You know that was degradingly offensive? 

Honestly, I do not know what to say to You. Everywhere I look, I see articles and read statements about how You would act and speak. But, then I read the New Testament. I have to be honest. You do not seem to be the man everyone brings into today’s charged conversations. I must conclude that either the biblical writers manufactured their spiritual teacher or else this culture doesn’t really know You. 

Which one is it?

Gee, which one could it be?  The Jesus that these false teachers, these impastors want us to believe, or the one the Bible teaches us about?  I actually heard a quote the other day from an impastor where they were trying to convince their “congregation” that Jesus rode the young donkey into Jerusalem on that fateful Passover week, in drag…dressed as a woman.  Unbelievable.  We’re told in 2 Peter 2:1 But false prophets also arose among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you, who will secretly bring in destructive heresies, even denying the Master who bought them, bringing upon themselves swift destruction. And Matthew 7:15 Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves. How in the world can these blind turnips even believe in this complete and utter nonsense?

How?  We are even warned of this!  In 2 Corinthians 4:4 Paul warns us that …the god of this world pause right there!  Who is the god (little “g”) of this world?  That’s right, Satan!  Okay, carry on.  …the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God.  So, what does this mean?  It means that Satan has blinded the unbelievers into believing the lies of the false teachers because it matches their own world view.  Which is why in the tribulation times so many will be lost because they will be blinded, even after the Rapture PROVES the truth of the Bible.  It just proves even more how close we are to the end times, my friends.  

I’ve gotten a little far afield in my Last Word for today, but I’m having so much fun talking about this.  I could go on all day.

For questions or comments, please feel free to write to me at impishdragon@dragonlaffs.com and until next time…