Satan may prowl around the world seeking whom he may devour. But there are other predators out there as well. I thought about that this morning when I looked out at the bee yard and realized we'd had a stalker prowling the bee yard who did a number on one of the hives. The worst part was we knew that hive had a queen. Now we don't know whether she survived the assault.
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Showing posts with label eternal vigilance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eternal vigilance. Show all posts
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Friday, December 5, 2025
"Results Speak Louder than Slogans" Victor Davis Hanson
I'm a fan of Victor Davis Hanson, although I don't always agree with him. In this video, we parted company when he began talking about the Civil War, but that's a topic for another post. On the whole, I find him a trustworthy historian with clear insight. If you want to understand the future, you need to understand the past. But, like Big Brother in 1984, the servants of deceit are destroying and rewriting the past. When they tear down statues of the Founding Fathers and deface and burn historic buildings, you know they hate our heritage. What they want to erect in their place is a utopia of evil.
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Monday, March 2, 2020
Where Would You Rather Be if You Get the Coronavirus? China or the U.S.
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| “The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance,” John Philpot Curran |
Birth of a Virus
My husband and I listened to a dystopian novel on our recent trip to Surry, VA. Reading the article above about China's reaction to the coronavirus reminded me of the book: the draconian treatment of the people by "the authorities," the complete lack of respect for individual rights, the abject cruelty.
The article linked above tells the story of a man who went with his wife to China to adopt a baby. He describes the filth they saw and the way they saw people live -- children in split pants urinating in the street creating puddles, people spitting on the floor in restaurants, the markets with raw skinned and bloody chickens lying on the floor waiting to be thrown on the grill. Here's a bit from their experience:
...my wife and I had to rush our newly adopted, 8-month-old daughter to the public hospital…and suddenly it all started making sense.
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