I gotta have my orange juice.

I read and greatly enjoyed Dinesen’s “Babette’s Feast.” I love the tenderness that she shows towards each of her characters. It is one of those transcendent stories that is hard to read aloud without getting misty eyed.

Ron DeSantis is on a roll:

Marxism is the opiate of the masses, fed to them by fascism. Actual fascism, mind you. But see also: Tu quoque.

God is sharpening the antithesis, testing to see whether his church and her shepherds will stand loyal to him and contra mundum. And this is in part a result of our failures to do so until now. Such times lend clarity to matters of first importance.

“And it shall come to pass at that time
​​That I will search Jerusalem with lamps,
​​And punish the men
​​Who are settled in complacency,
Who say in their heart,
​‘​The LORD will not do good,
​​Nor will He do evil.’
​​Therefore their goods shall become booty,
​​And their houses a desolation;
​​They shall build houses, but not inhabit them;
​​They shall plant vineyards, but not drink their wine.” (Zephaniah 1:12–13)

Such times inevitably contract our sphere of cooperation outside the church. In all times the church never cooperates or sympathizes with: serpents and demons; accusers of the bretheren; scapegoaters; Amalekites and Canaanites; worshippers of Ashtoreth and Moloch; Jezebel; and the N. I. C. E.

Praise God for faithful Lutherans who recognize the antithesis:

And don’t forget that God not only gave us the imprecatory Psalms, but he also commanded us to sing them (Eph. 5:19, Col. 3:16).

Scott: What is distinctive about the space bar?
Ivy: Oh! There are no distinctions between words without it!
Scott: Oh. That’s much better than what I was thinking: the drinks are out of this world.

It’s been a long time since I used a trackball. Sometimes I still miss my old Trackman Vista:

If you have the thing on the right, you want to get yourself the thing on the left. It’s a Lock-Jaw collar.