It’s Election Night – in the current year – and as midnight approaches, Presidential candidate Mallory Denton is not just hiding out from her volunteers and supporters, she’s up to her neck in hot water. Literally. And she’s using plenty of bubbles and top-donor-provided bubbly to sooth her psyche.
Make some popcorn, kick back for the evening, and enjoy a politically-incorrect homage to the Dickens’ classic, “A Christmas Carol.” Love her or hate her, one thing’s certain: if Mallory heeds the warnings her heavenly visitors are about to deliver, then both Heaven and Hell will have to wait!
Join a cast of all too familiar beltway characters in this Presidential Election tale that’s frequently funny, sometimes annoying, and spot-on scathing. Best of all, this campaign lasts just one night, delivering a mash-up of “House of Cards” treachery and “Bedazzled” hijinks as smoothly as a seasoned career politician flings her promises while out on the stump.
You could actually call the writers and the production, “Christophobic”
Substitute an Islamic “call-to-prayer” for every tolling church-bell; a line from the Muslim-trifecta (Koran/Sunnah/Hadith) for every New Testament quote, and then I’d say Hulu has a winner with the cautionary- “The Handmaid’s Tale.” But as it stands? It’s a Hate+Hit piece which slanders all Christians, but particularly Protestants.
If only the creatives involved (and the sure-to-be-legions of fans) had an ounce of shame, they could wake up before this nightmare scenario comes true. They won’t, because they actually expect it to be Christians “stretching necks” and gouging out eyes and clitorises(sp?).
Saudi Arabia, the Feminists’ Paradise
I saw reference to some “women’s rights” thing and Saudi Arabia yesterday, but I thought it was (another) U.N. joke. Wrong.
The UN has announced that Saudi Arabia will be a part of the Commission on the Status of Women, the intergovernmental body dedicated to the promotion of gender equality and the empowerment of women. That’s right, Saudi Arabia.
The country so committed to women’s liberation that it ranks 141/144 for gender equality in the World Economic Forum’s 2016 Global Gender Gap report. That’s third place from the bottom. This may have something to do with the fact that women cannot drive and need permission from a male guardian to travel, work, marry, access healthcare and even leave prison. Hillel Neuer of UN Watch summed it up with the comment, “Electing Saudi Arabia to protect women’s rights is like making an arsonist into the town fire chief”.
Here are two video that will quickly clue you in on Saudi Arabia – from the perspective of Sandra Solomon, a woman who grew up there. I just happened to “meet” up with her, twice in as many days, vis two of my favorite YT channels:
Unplug the TV-Drug for a night and enjoy a 21st-century take on the Charles Dickens’ classic, wherein former Presidential-candidate, Mallory Denton, plays the part she was born to: “Scrooge.” (Check here, on my Amazon author page, or read the latest here on the blog, for availability.)
I mentioned Hans Christian Anderson in the essay I shared yesterday. The story of Holger Danske is a fairytale I imagine few non-Danes are familiar with. I only know of it by reading the fine anti-jihad site, The Gates of Vienna, over the years and noticing an image of the folk hero off to the side.
by Hans Christian Anderson
In Denmark there stands an old castle named Kronenburg, close by the Sound of Elsinore, where large ships, both English, Russian, and Prussian, pass by hundreds every day. And they salute the old castle with cannons, “Boom, boom,” which is as if they said, “Good-day.” And the cannons of the old castle answer “Boom,” which means “Many thanks.”
In winter no ships sail by, for the whole Sound is covered with ice as far as the Swedish coast, and has quite the appearance of a high-road. The Danish and the Swedish flags wave, and Danes and Swedes say, “Good-day,” and “Thank you” to each other, not with cannons, but with a friendly shake of the hand; and they exchange white bread and biscuits with each other, because foreign articles taste the best.
But the most beautiful sight of all is the old castle of Kronenburg, where Holger Danske sits in the deep, dark cellar, into which no one goes. He is clad in iron and steel, and rests his head on his strong arm; his long beard hangs down upon the marble table, into which it has become firmly rooted; he sleeps and dreams, but in his dreams he sees everything that happens in Denmark.
On each Christmas-eve an angel comes to him and tells him that all he has dreamed is true, and that he may go to sleep again in peace, as Denmark is not yet in any real danger; but should danger ever come, then Holger Danske will rouse himself, and the table will burst asunder as he draws out his beard. Then he will come forth in his strength, and strike a blow that shall sound in all the countries of the world.