Category Archives: Preachery

Mighty Binky The Brave?

brave ree

~ WHILST CHATTING with an FaceBook-friend yesterday, he called me ‘courageous’. The Giant Binky Noggin swelled up more than usual, of course, and then after thanking him, I pondered what that meant.

Years ago, whilst gazing out the high school window on another rainy Halifax day, I realized something simple, but life-changing. The sun was not gone, only hidden by the closer and obscuring clouds. That we could not see it immediately at that moment changed nothing. It still illuminated the earth; it still shone in other places; perhaps tomorrow, if the rain moved on, it would shine again here. The sun was there, no matter what. Period. Shut up. Full stop.

The truth abides. And like so many of my brave blog-buddies (some on The Rebel Media Megaphone, others you see featured in my posts on the blog & on FaceBook), I think we all have a personal and most serious choice, when we learn about something, when we are confronted by truth. It can be a painful decision, fraught with fear and caution and not wanting to be unpopular or to stand out.

Go On And On

If you know something to be true, you then bear a moral responsibility concerning that true matter. You can’t unknow it or rewind (though you can deceive yourself about knowing it). Lord knows I’ve been a coward and a liar enough on countless occasions.

Yet in this day and age, when self-deception, denial, saying any old thing, and the equivalent of believing in unicorns is all the rage and accounted for as the acceptable new “sanity”, then simply seeking, loving, and sharing the truth becomes a spine-filled courageous act– for the mad ones will hate, screech, and revile you for it.

The new and highest tolerance is thought to be that everyone has “Their Truth”. Or, even worse, that there’s no such thing as truth, so do your own thing, and believe what you want, even 9 contradictory things at once. Going along with this madness is not brave, or good, or true.



The Biggest Picture

I realized a few days ago that the perfect utter truth of all things is in fact known by infinite and all knowing and all-present Mind itself, by God. He may not have ears, but he ‘hears’ the tree fall in the forest, he sees the little sparrow fall, he knows our needs before we even ask Him. Almighty God is the witness and primary actor and creator in all things seen and unseen; in secret and in public; in your living room, and on the farthest planet of the farthest star. Weird.. scary.. awesome….


Knowing the truth doesn’t make me or you always right in our assertions, or always wise in saying everything, but at least it means your eyes are open, and if the bright burny thing is in the blue space, you can say “The sun is up”; or if you paddle about in a warm vat of dihydrogen monoxide, you may state “The water is wet” that something is right or wrong, good or evil, true or false.

Our grasp of the truth is only finite, because we are– and yet, go ahead and be brave: say of things that are, that they are; and of things that are not, that they are not. Jesus said: “Let your yes be yes, and your no be no: all else is from the Devil.” To deny the possibility of knowing the truth is to deny the possibility of knowing God, or being saved and set free by him– to deny the possibility of knowing anything.

Truth is not an opinion; it is sanity, and life. And the truth is alive: the incarnate One himself– the Way, the Truth, and the Life– by whom all things were made, and by whom souls are remade, and saved, and made perfect in truth, and love, and goodness. ~


Dicit ei Jesus: ‘Ego sum via, et veritas, et vita. Nemo venit ad Patrem, nisi per me.’

face of christ

“I am the way, the truth, and the life. No man comes to the Father except through me.” – John 14:6

When Le Hobbits Fought Back

~ ITEM: Wikipedia– War In The Vendée

~ ITEM: Catholic Martyrdom – French revolution – Vendée 1793

~ ITEM: Eyewitness Memoir: Memoirs of the Marchioness de Larochejaquelein: With a Map of the Theatre of War in la Vendée

~ ITEM: Restless Bones: Excavations have been done of the mass graves of the Vendée War

~ ITEM: An address by Alexander Solzhenitsyn , delivered at the dedication of the Memorial de la Vendée in Les Lucs-sur-Boulogne,  France, on September 25, 1993

~ ITEM: The Historical Analogy That Should Have Ukraine’s Revolutionaries Very Worried

~ ITEM: The French Revolution: The Rising of the Vendee


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~ RECALLING HISTORY can protect us now, and in the future. Sometimes you really do have to fight the enemies of humanity and freedom and faith.

Thanks to some recent FB posts, Ann Barnhardt vids, and Victorian boy’s historical novellist G.A. Henty (here’s the entire book online: No Surrender! A Tale of the Rising in La Vendée), plus a little innertube research, I’ve been learning rather a lot about a still hush-hush moment of the French Devolution: the purge of the Vendée, or the Vendée War (said: Vonn-day), 1793-1796.

The Plot Sickens

Execution of King Louis XVI in 1792. Dr. Guillotin opposed the death penalty. After his death in 1814, his children, embarrassed by the association with the device, changed their surname to ”Mercier”.

Execution of King Louis XVI in 1792. Dr. Guillotin opposed the death penalty. After his death in 1814, his children, embarrassed by the association with the device, changed their surname to ”Mercier”.

Like all nearly ominipotent moral busybodies, the early 1790s Paris radicals promised all the good things for free, and then got busy filling all of France with the benefits of denunciation, confiscation, and decapitation. You know, for the good of ‘The People’ (in Paris). They imprisoned clergy, doctors, merchants, aristocrats, and uppity politicians, to cut the head off any possible resistance.

>> Evil revolutionaries will always attack faith & clergy, any likely leaders, and any punish & attack man or woman who fights back or speaks out, i.e. ‘counter-revolutionaries’. Watch for it.

Not everywhere gave in so quickly: Lyons fought back; Toulons actually invited the British navy in; and the hardy peasants of a little patch of farm and hedgerows and forest called the Vendée grabbed their pitchforks and farming implements.

>> It’s important to look at your maps, digest the news, pray about it, and act accordingly.

Henri de La Rochejacquelein at the Battle of Cholet in 1793 by Paul-Émile Boutigny, Musée d'art et d'histoire de Cholet, Cholet, France.

A rebel leader Henri de La Rochejacquelein, at the Battle of Cholet in 1793 by Paul-Émile Boutigny, Musée d’art et d’histoire de Cholet, Cholet, France.

This Should Be Easy Enough

The locals– at first, largely gunless peasants versus troops– actually kicked the bums out. Paris reeled.

The French Revolution tottered on a cliff-edge as peasants fought the French military to a standstill over several years, until overwhelmed over 3 years by total war: burning and destruction of everything in the Vendée, killing of livestock, burning of whole villages and towns, atrocities against men women and children, mass murder & execution… all the usual radical/ revolutionary list of horrors which were and are repeated so many times over the ensuing century and a half.

Present at some of these battles? A young Corsica-born artillery commander, named Bonaparte. He refused to fire on non-combatants, and was so impressed by the courage and decency of the Vendeans that when he took power in 1799, he restored many of the freedoms of the Church.

>> The enemy are not usually as strong and united as they appear. Learn their weaknesses, and yours. Act accordingly.

Sadly, the leaders of the resistance didn’t get the word out to England, or even across all of France (or put out a blog or online fundraiser), or any other appeals for help. At several points during the uprising, regular British troops and money and arms would have broken the back of the regicidal peasant-murdering revolution.

Though victory was in reach, yet the ordinary folk of the Vendée just didn’t have it in them to march on Paris itself. The whole ugly, bloody, petty, murderous new regime was run from Paris, and it might have been overthrown by a truly mass uprising.

>> Widespread communication, acting in time, and with allies, can save a lot of sorrow later.

The Usual Revolting

The pro-Communist French Revolution started with grand promises, and ended in mass graves (one seen above). As usual.

The proto-Communist French Revolution started with grand promises, and ended in Vendée mass graves (one seen above). As usual.

At least 250 000 locals were slaughtered, starved, or executed, for the crime of wanting their Catholic faith, their little patch of earth, and not to be meddled with by cold-hearted monsters like Marat, the demonic Danton, bloody Robespierre, and their ilk. All such ‘revolutionaries’ drink the blood of others, before the revolution consumes them also.

>> Freedom-fighters against true tyrants leave a record of their success & failure. Study it, and endeavor at the least to make fresh mistakes, and not repeat the old ones. 

Learn up about that time, which foreshadowed so much of our time, and the real roots and results of ‘progressivism’. The revolutionists can only succeed by ever more meddling, dominating. and– eventually– killing, and depicting the world in two shades only. The enemies of the revolution are not just different, or disagreers– no, they are the enemies of humanity, of hope and history and the future. Exterminate!

>> People who are well-meaning but driven by evil ideology are often willing to fight, and die for the cause. Are we in the West willing to debate, suffer, fight and die for the good things of God given to us to hand on to others?

It’s Still Not Over, Yet


How powerful and humiliating to the 1790s regime was this peasant war in the Vendée? This much– France will still not officially acknowledge that anything of note happened in the Vendée then, or now, over 220 years later.

You know, don’t want to raise the ghosts of the past, or poke into any mass-graves. Even though those events have echoed and echoed across further fields of blood and genocide inspired by the destructive French example.

Cruel Jacobins, All

After all, you know who was a huge fan of the example and methods of that horrid revolution? A spotty, adultering library-dwelling mooch on his friends.. named Karl Marx. The Communism he inspired led to at least 150 million dead. So far. And there were others:

“Both Lenin and Hitler praised their Jacobin filiation. From the Jacobin sans-culottes came the Red Guard and the SS. The red and black ideologies of extermination justified their genocides with arguments similar to those used by the Convention to justify the genocide in Vendée. And the Jacobin ideology continues to inspire the subversion of the ideas of liberty, equality and fraternity into a totalitarian individualism that destroys the natural communities, beginning with the family, and that confiscates the fundamental freedom of education of children by their parents.

Less than twenty years after the end of the USSR, the Russian State, even though in some ways a continuation of the Soviet system, honored itself by repenting for the assassination of the Tsar and his family, and by replacing Russia in its historical and religious continuity.

France is in need of a similar symbolic gesture. The State, by repenting for the original crimes of our republic would liberate our national memory, and accomplish a far-reaching act of French Friendship…”

Stick that in your festering & blood-soaked ‘La Marseillaise‘ and smoke it. Nasty lowlife mass-murdering cowards. The modern French Left still deny history, reality, bones and atrocities, in their quest for utopia, human self-purification, and endless lying about their opponents, past and present.

Learn now, learn fast, read the signs of the times. ~

So Saith Teh Binks

Remember Them. Martyrs Of La Vendée, pray for us.

Remember Them. Martyrs Of La Vendée, pray for us.

Friendly Fire


~ THE BINKS RECENTLY had a much-loved online friend who has known some illness, but not my heap of things, try to warn me  that my soul was rotting away because I wasn’t trying to work for money while on disability. It was a unintended– and well-meant– kick in the throat.

I’ve been sharing a little more about ‘How I Am Doing’ now and again on The FB over the past few months, and this was (I was told) whinging and pity-seeking. Well, I’m alone at home most of the time, and sad as it is to say, you all are my friends, and extended fambly (even you, horrid Steve Skojec). Friends don’t go on and on 24-7, but a little info now and again (especially in the context of asking for prayers) is surely not verboten.

Looking Backwards


I worked sick & faked ‘being well’ throughout the 90s and 00s, until the body & mind quit, pretty much simultaneously. Crash landing: nearly deaded.

Never assume of your friends, family, and those you know to be ill or chronically ill with various things that (a) they just need to buck up, and (b) that you know what they are battling, and how bad can it really be anyway? I had a headache once, and that turned out fine….

Redeem The Time

And if you are yourself sick, or sorrowing, or chronically ill, or looking after someone who is unwell, or otherwise suffering, offer it up to God on behalf of others; ask for friends to pray for you and to help you where possible (our self-sufficient pride often keeps things bottled up), and so the blessings which God will give you, you can in turn share with others. Yes, that’s Bible. It’s a little version of what Jesus did on the cross.

2 Corinthians 1. 3-6.

BLESSED be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound unto us, even so our comfort also aboundeth through Christ.”

Or in modern language:

“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 4 who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ.”

Pass it on. Be the Christ-like Good Samaritan. Redeem the time.

Thank you, and amen. ~


Lazy, With Bells On


~ ITEM: Everything Wrong With The Hobbit– The Battle Of The Five Armies (SPOILERS)

~ ITEM: The Tolkien Nerd’s Guide to “The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies

~ ITEM: “The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies”: Peter Jackson’s long goodbye to Middle-earth

~ ITEM: The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies: At Least It’s Over Now; and The Hobbit 2 Is Bad Fan Fiction; plus, The Oversized Ambitions of ‘The Hobbit’

~ ITEM: ‘The Hobbit’: How ‘The Desolation Of Smaug’ Should Have Ended (Video); and How The Battle Of The Five Armies Should Have Ended

~ ITEM: This Blog–  What Binks Said Aforetime About Peter Jackson

It all begins to have the air of an aging rock band’s ill-advised reunion tour.

~ Christopher Orr ~



~ LET’S RECALL that The Hobbit: The Battle Of The Five Armies is billionaire stupid fat hobbit Peter Jackson’s last (please God!) movie exploiting and abusing Middle Earth. One might expect care, detail, fine character touches, coherent moments of battle, and– given he’s now super-rich– the very best for his many, many fans in this long, long, long goodbye.

It is to laugh. Or, to weep. So we are presented The Hobbit: The Fellowship of The Two Towers Of The King And 5 or 4 or 8 Armies Plus Giant CGI Worms. If PJ could lay hands on it, it went into the stewpot. Flee sense, begone JRR and proportion, EVERYTHING. INTO. THE. STEWPOT!!

Down We Go!

Let us consider a few lowpoints, shall we?

  • Shrugs!

    As if people will immediately remember the end of the previous movie, Peter Jackson has the fire-bombing of Hamburg wrecking of Lake-Town and the killing of the dragon Smaug at the start of this last movie. Way to deflate the emotional and dramatic balloon, Pete. Binks rewrite– instead, Smaug dies at the end of Hobbit II, but we have 5+ amazing minutes of Smaug-recall (different viewpoints, characters, flashbacks, CGI flames) to re-establish where we are, then into the Laketown refugee thing. And no, the Worm-tongue wannabee guy does not get all kinds of Jar Jar Binksian extra screen-time. Feh.

  • Lazy!

    So we have super-friends Galadriel, Elrond and Saruman actually kung-fu fighting Sauron and the Ringwraiths (albeit in ghostly form); the elf-queen banishes Sauron somewhere or other, via a repeat of her Evil Queen routine from LOTR: Gandalf gets rescued (?!). Never mind that we just got rid of the need for most of the Lord Of The Rings Books, just there. Methinks Jackson was jealous of all the success of the Marvel superhero movies and threw some of that into the Stewpot, consequences be damned.

  • Moar Lazy!

    There is now something called ‘Dragonsickness’, expert dragonsickologist Dr. Jackson warns, and Thorins are especially susceptible. Not greed, selfishness, covetousness, dragonish hoarding, a dwarvish lust for riches, but ‘a sickness’– can you say ‘midichlorians’? Is it catching? Of course, this undercuts Tolkien’s own morally serious and realistic depiction of Thorin as a kingly but deeply flawed character, tempted– as his father and grandfather were– to worship gold and the Arkenstone. The point? ALL of us can be morally dragonish. Duh? Stewpot!

  • Even More Lazy!!

    Billionaire dragon Jackson simply could not be bothered (it seems, by the end-result) to hire a medieval war expert, a historian, or even a really really nerdy Total War video-game series fan (Will Work For Red Bull) to lay out for Jackson and his animators how medieval (if fantastical) conflict actually worked. Instead, we have a seeming infinity of CGI elves, dwarveses, and orcses and humanses and bats and trolls and wargs and sandworms and eagles directly borrowed from the past movies to show Things Are Happening! Loud noises! Dangerous, bad events which make no sense, but are very very serious! This is why Tolkien imagined and wrote the novels from hobbit perspectives, so you could identify with them, and not be overwhelmed or lost in the big details of stuff and things. Pete knows better.


I Call Nerd-Shenanigans!

Jackson wants us all to think he is the nerdiest of the nerds, but he apparently can’t even dig back into olden war-gaming, or even World Of Warcraft to work out that dwarven dukes like Dain II don’t ride sows into battle, they’d ride properly armoured-up war-boars with huge slashing tusks, tearing hoofs, levelling kicks and charges. Nope, we get a pig. Love the cameo of Billy Connolly, but I’m a sucker for a Glasgae rant. Love how they slightly muted his ‘sodding’ comment.

Lazy Jackson steals from Tolkien, indirectly from the Silmarillion (the long history book of Middle Earth), but worst of all, he steals repeatedly from himself. Every cool thing or effect in the LOTR trilogy ends up referenced, copied, or simply thrown into the hobbit Stewpot– even the female elf-warrior Tauriel is a ramped-up version of Jackson’s ramped up Arwen, because elvish princesses must fight and stuff. Girl-power!

Of course, my now having officially called Nerd-Shenanigans, Peter Jackson has one month from the time of calling to respond, or forever lose his nerd-cred. Verily, thus it is written in the ancient tomes, the Letters Of Venerable Jorath, High Nerd Scribe, and in the manuals of the holy Gygax.


“Nerd-Shenanigans” Have Been Called. Repeat: have.. been.. called.

By The Power Of Nerd!

Now: I have some nerd cred. Collected lead miniatures in the ’70s; played D&D and many other strategy & fantasy & sci-fi wargames (many ‘inspired’ directly by Tolkien); read all the books, the Silmarillion more than a dozen times; then into the new era of Middle Earth video-games, mods, Third Age Total War, and the Lord Of The Rings Online MMORPG. Not as nerdy as some, but then again I have a life, and I’m not 15, or 50 going on 15, right?

Got that? And thus you will understand the meaning of what I say when I tell you it took me TWO WEEKS of watching this ginormous cauldron of manure to get through the entire thing once and for all. Not sure I’ve recovered yet. Not sure if I can stand the upcoming extended version.

Instead of leaning his weight on the story, he relies on CGI, whipping back and forth across a giant meaningless battle of Dagorlad at the start of the Fellowship of the Pellenor Fields The Black Gate of The Five Armies, and except for no huge explosions or robots, this might be Michael Bay sacrificing the entire fillum (except the one bright spot in this long spate of visual diarrhea: Martin Freeman as Bilbo Baggins) to special-effing-effects. Lazy.

After all, if Sauron had all this military hidden away, he should have just attacked anywhere but where the Dwarf and Elven and Human armies were, and rampaged his way across Middle Earth until he found the Ring. But Jackson– in this detail, as in all the others– makes clear he doesn’t care for the fans, for good directing, for realistic effects, for restraint, for careful and amazing story-telling. He’s rich and lazy and can’t be bothered any more with this inferior story-teller ‘J.R.R. Tolkien’.


REWARD for information leading to the hobbit Bilbo Baggins in this endless trainwreck of a movie entitled ‘The Hobbit’.

Sad To Say It

The Hobbit is an adventure story for boys and girls; full of hobbit-sized and some adult-sized bad things, which are all overcome at the end by goodness and honour and decency and hobbitish ordinariness, and ordinary folk finding their inner hero, and the hidden hand of God ruling over all. Peter Jackson (become like George Lucas) is too smart for such tropes. What he can do, he will, whether it is well to do it or not. Kiwi Director-Man has become a story-wrecker, of a Great Story written by a better man and better story-writer than himself.

The entire Lord Of The Rings series is (a) high culture digested by one of the leading scholars in old languages of his time, and offered as a hobby/ braining thing for his readers to be enliftened thereby, and brought into a wider world of thought, feeling, literature, action, and moral imagination. And (b) As C.S. Lewis said of his reading of the faerie novels of George MacDonald, that they ‘baptised’ his imagination, so for many others (including this elf), The Hobbit & The Lord Of The Rings baptised my imagination, called me onwards and upwards to something/ someone (then) I-Knew-Not-What, left my mind and inward vision and imagination illuminated for a while with a brighter light from a far away land,  full of longing and hope and desire for The Whole Thing.

Tolkien helped lead me to Jesus, through his writing. It’s that simple.

“Frodo heard a sweet singing running in his mind: a song that seemed to come like a pale light behind a grey rain-curtain, and growing stronger to turn the veil all to glass and silver, until at last it was rolled back, and a far green country opened before him under a swift sunrise.”

That, ultimately, is why this Jacksonification is a horrid miscarriage of art, literature, and longing: it points to nothing but garbled sound and images and meaningless activity. More of the same– more of our fallen selves, looking into carnival mirrors– is not what we need.

What a waste. ~


O all ye Beasts and Cattle, bless ye the Lord


“What? I’m supposed to look where? At Da? At Mama?”

O ye Whales, and all that move in the Waters, bless ye the Lord: / praise him, and magnify him for ever.
O all ye Fowls of the Air, bless ye the Lord: / praise him, and magnify him for ever.
O all ye Beasts and Cattle, bless ye the Lord: / praise him, and magnify him for ever.
O ye Children of Men, bless ye the Lord: / praise him, and magnify him for ever.


~ ITEM: FEELING MORAL, by J. Budziszewski

~ ITEM: BOOK– How Dogs Think: What the World Looks Like to Them and Why They Act the Way They Do, by Stanley Coren

~ ITEM: How Dogs Learn, How Dogs Think

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~ TRUTH BE TOLD, I do love ma wee doggie, Wee Wallace*. But, he’s a dog.

A creature of God, undoubtedly; a great companion; a funny little social being in his own way; a tiny wolf living in my home, who has literally saved my life. In 2009 when we got him (at the clamour of suddenly dog-loving twin Binklings), I’d been largely couch-bound for 6 years. Then, walkies.

Still and all, he’s a dog— nothing more, and nothing less. Not a human; not a fur-child (both options are lazy and wrong-headed and sentimental); not superior in the order of being; unlike my wife or kids, if he gets super-expensively sick, it’s the needle, not the bankloan. Treating him doggily is fair & proper– it is reality, not the often confusing mirage of feelings by which I seek to know him — then, all the feelings may follow the reality of his awesome little life as it really is.

Pitchforks & Torches!


Go ahead– I’m horrid, heartless, ungrateful, crool, I don’t deserve him, blah blah blah. Well, nature is not constructed according to my human feelings, possible confusions, or popular misunderstandings. He’s a dog– so I should doggedly learn about him, doggy nature, doggy social life, general dogginess.

If I mistreat him as if he were a little child, or member of the family with an equal say, he– being a wolfish critter, i.e. dog– will assume that he’s the Alpha or Alpha-Beta in the ‘pack’, with serious doggie wolf-pack social duties including endlessly giving orders, bossing people around, getting food ahead of others, yapping and nipping and biting to get his orders obeyed, and much more.

That’s what happens with dogs, especially the small yappy nippy surly and demanding ones. Their humans have done them the huge and, to the actual pooches, confusing injustice of not letting them know their place, so they can operate happily there. We often treat our kids & young people the same way: unreal lack of limits or rules or place in the family life.



Pity Thy Neighbour

There’s a nice man up the street who has one of these miserably confused beasts: part Bichon Frise, part Shih Tzu. I call her a Sh*tty-Frise.

He met me the other day walking his Precious Little Darling, who (of course) ignores Wee Wallace because he’s just a hairy smelly little DOG (whereas she, it seems, is a three or four year old human of some sort). Surreal.

“I was just out for a short walk”, says he, “but she decided different.” So, he continues to describe a nearly two mile trek he was dragged along, because the dog (clearly the boss in the relationship) decided the hairless monkey was going to follow her as long as she felt inclined to walk wherever she wanted. Alpha-dog attitude.

I said to the Missus after: it’s.. a.. Jeezly DOG!! Or, in our day, a cat, or-a-whatever pet. I’m the Alpha, Missus is the Alpha-Beta (dogs are not feminists, obviously), Wee Wallace is a whatever comes next down the line. NOT a fur-child. We did not ‘adopt’ him. D.O.G.


It is part of our insanity, malaise, and confusion in this age that we have many many laws against cruelty to animals, but (in Canada, say) none regarding our own pre-born offspring. We have astonishing medical advances in doggy chemo & doggy radiation treatment and doggy medicines– and yet cannot be honest with actual women about the horrid effects of birth control, of abortion, and endlessly delaying childbearing. We will sentimentally treat little fluffikins like a human, a surrogate child, a full ‘member of the family’, and do not feel horror at the encroaching culture of death & medicalized murder called euthanasia, threatening the sick, the suffering, the imperfect, the elderly.

He’s a dog. No more, and certainly no less. ~

Saith Teh Binks


“Hooza Gooddog? I think I know, Dad….”

* Following on my family habit, Wee Wallace has endless odd nick-names, not including ‘Nick’. He responds to most of the following: Wall, Wally, Walbert, Woglet, Wally Magoo, Weebles, Wobbles, Wobs, Woggitt, Dancin’ Dave, Dingus, Stink, Fungus, Craphound, Dog, Beast, Poodle, Killer, Wee Doggins, Destructor, Puppy, Pupper. Pupper-Doo, Pooch, Football, Evil Dog, Dementor, and Crazy-Bob. The latter two are for when he ferociously digs in his blankets as if tunnelling to the centre of the earth, or when he repeatedly races up and down the hallway as fast as mini-poodlishly possible. 

Is This Our Canada?

DALLAS, TX - APRIL 23:  A Dallas Stars ice girl cleans the ice in the second period during Game Four of the First Round of the 2014 NHL Stanley Cup Playoffs at American Airlines Center on April 23, 2014 in Dallas, Texas.

DALLAS, TX – APRIL 23: A disgusting hockey whore Dallas Stars slut slut slut ice girl wiggles her bum cleans the ice in the second period during Game Four of the First Round of the 2014 NHL Stanley Cup Playoffs at American Airlines Center on April 23, 2014 in Dallas, Texas.

~ ITEM: Ice Girls, FHRITP and Jets fans’ Katy Perry chants: We need to put a stop to casual sexism in sports

~ ITEMS: Via a Binks-minion– A moral panic is an intense feeling expressed in a population about an issue that appears to threaten the social order; and Moral panics are business development strategies

~ UPDATE– ITEM: 2014-15 DALLAS STARS ICE GIRLS; A veteran Dallas Stars Ice girl makes $735 per game and appearance fees range from $300 to $1500. And some former Ice Girls complain. Binks wasn’t aware that working for the NHL was mandatory…. ‘Cold’, she says? Ever been Alaska crab fishing? Standing security in a wintry parking lot? Linesman during a blizzard? Sheesh.. men often work cold “boo hoo to you!”; women gets cold, it’s a serious thing, dontcha know.

~ JOYLESS CRANKS tempt me to be joyless and cranky.

I’ll admit it– I’m a contrarian. When Mrs. Binks had a ‘Do Not Touch’ note on a recent birthday cake, part of my brain was egging me on “Touch The Cake!” And so, here goes.

Soviet Canuckistan!

In the inhuman and humourless Social Justice Warrior view of Canada, anybody who makes a swear (gasp!), says what they (objectionably) think (scream!), or like to look at women (swoon!), are stinking testosterone-poisoned man-pigs who will be taught better, or else. And we will mercilessly judge everyone, especially icky men.

Sadly, the politically correct really do believe they can forcibly redeem humanity without God, and with an ever-growing tower of rules. Mob, rage, dox, outrage! And what happens when the victims of SJWs people feel they are voiceless, bullied, silenced? They may shut up.. or keep it amongst friends.. or, tend to say stuff even more extreme than usual.. or (horrors) act like ordinary humans– imperfect, sinners, not polished racists or sexists or perfectionists like the speech-coders and finger-waggers.

Globe Theatre Fire

Puritans, y u no like?

After all, if there’s no more outrage to be had, no more triggering and tantrums and jazz-hands and minding other people’s business, and acting in a way even the 16th & 17th century English Puritans who worked so hard to shut down the theatres, (all entertainments, whatever and wherever people might enjoy something) would find extreme and bossy– why then, the whole grievance industry might shut down, and then where would we be?

Burn It All Down!

Social Justice Warriors and their media-minions– like the NatPost’s Scott Stinson— are never happy, and everything wouldn’t be enough. Without actual glaring and horrific human rights abuses in Canada, with no hordes of Canucki Nazis swarming Canadian Jews (sorry, that’s Muslims.. we can’t threaten their ‘cultural traditions’), or pyres lit for every self-identified grumpy minority.. well, we’ll just have to talk about nothing, right?

Are you also telling those Canadians who describe themselves as homosexual not to be sexist in said manner? And these ‘Ice Girls’– are they, in fact, victims of white slavery, or people employed making a fair wage in an sports entertainment venue? Self-objectifying, or canny? Part of a plot to eliminate the Zamboni? We’d better inform the chicks that they’re being oppressed, and quick.


The FHRITP guys are boors, poor excuses for men, and classless, but then what? Pillory? Duct-taping? Social-media execution? Firing a jerk doesn’t actually help him or change anything, does it? Or was this just some quick and dirty revenge?

What price, Mr. Stinson? How many human freedoms of thought, speech, association, free market, and minding your own business would you be willing to crush and erase for your notion of ‘casual sexism must die’ to triumph? Does this include all objectification of hunky hockey players and male athletes? No more semi-naked calendars featuring either gender for anyone? Human nature must be erased and scolded, not redeemed and transformed?

Cadres Of Harpies

Let’s not pretend, Mr. Stinson: behind your gentle finger wagging lurks whole screeching regiments of Toronto’s unspeakable Mz. Chanty Binx, would-be matrons and malevolent interfering hags minding everybody’s business, a tasteful low-heeled shoe stomping on male faces forever. If you don’t know that, Mr. Stinson, you are– at best– a useful idiot.

She probably won’t fetch you a sammich, men. Nor be an Ice Wench.

Here’s The Thing

We long for perfection.. that’s part of our spiritual nature, and longing for infinity, God, and heaven. Political perfection (let’s call it ‘Utopia’ = no place) cannot and will never exist, except as a horrible illusion built on blood and bones and torture and show-trials and kangaroo courts and concentration camps.

The perfectibility of human nature is a Christian idea, taught by Jesus, and only made possible by revelation of God’s love and law, and the indwelling power of the Holy Spirit: God is love, so love like God does, by his life imparted through the Son, by the Holy Spirit. We partake of God’s own life, to be like him, in him: generous, merciful, true, moved by love.


Counterfeits? Not so much. To try and make that perfection (your proper end, or destination, or completeness) is a gift of God, not of committees, yelling feminists, soft-pedalling journalists, speech-codes, rules, edicts, shaming, nagging, or minding everybody else’s business for them. That’s not any kind of love, except in a twisted, ugly, bossy, force-you-to kind of way. A bit rapey, in fact. Perfectionism is not perfection.

What Kind Of Love?

Now that we’re not at a wedding, re-read what St. Paul says in his first letter to the Corinthians, and to us:

If I shall speak with every human and Angelic language and have no love in me, I shall be clanging brass or a noise-making cymbal. And if I have prophecy, and I know all mysteries and all knowledge and if I have all faith so that I may remove mountains, and I have no love in me, I would be nothing. And if I should feed everything that I have to the poor, and if I hand over my body to be burned up and I have no love in me, I gain nothing.

Love is patient and sweet; love does not envy; love is not upset neither puffed up. Love does not commit what is shameful, neither does it seek its own; it is not provoked, neither does it entertain evil thoughts, Rejoices not in evil, but rejoices in the truth, Endures all things, believes all things, hopes all, bears all.

Love never fails; for prophecies shall cease, tongues shall be silenced and knowledge will be nothing; For we know partially and we prophesy partially, But when perfection shall come, then that which is partial shall be nothing. When I was a child, I was speaking as a child, I was led as a child, I was thinking as a child, but when I became a man, I ceased these childish things. Now we see as in a mirror, in an allegory, but then face-to-face. Now I know partially, but then I shall know as I am known. For there are these three things that endure: Faith, Hope and Love, but the greatest of these is Love.

The choice about what kind of Canada is rising on the ruins of Emperor Pierre’s Trudeaupia is getting clearer and clearer.. a veritable Soviet Canuckistan teeming with busy-bodies.

Saith Teh Binks


Because We Said So…


~ THERE IS a pernicious and stupid idea in parts of the West, that if we say so– in some meeting or parliament or committee– that it becomes so. Any pooling of ignorance will find and make things true, because committee.

Like one ‘Bully-Free’ school my kids attended, where the bullies roamed free, because.. there were no bullies. There was a school policy, you must understand. I took my kids to martial arts classes, and the imaginary bullying they were experiencing stopped almost immediately– I informed the principal that if the kids had to defend themselves, I would back them up if they were in the right 100%; if there was in fact ‘No Bullying’, then my kids were doing their part to get in shape.

The other great part about the ‘bully free’ school?– the victim got blamed for bringing up any bullying to school officials. Lose-lose, and little sociopaths can do as they want.

Feel The Derp

We have a larger version of this special kind of stupid rampant in church and society. We need some sort of rules to conform to or rebel against, so if we will not consult divine law and 2 millennia of Romano-Christian law and custom, then we have to make sh*t up as we go along, but enforce it as if it was the old kind of lawful just authority. Hence, speech codes, enforced celebrating of every kind of chosen sexual behaviour; and in the progressivized church, committee rules and endless newfangled concoctions imposed as mandatory policy– until the next group of rights-screamers or innovators come along.


The End Of All This

One day, we all will be dead. Coming to the Judgement Seat of Christ, we cannot hope to plead “Well you see, Lord, we had a number meetings about all that stuff, and decided all the judgment-y bits of the Bible weren’t relevant. After all, we were duly elected. We have our rights.”

That is, if we stick to the idea that we can manufacture truth and goodness out of our own wills & self-assertion, we will have actually chosen sit on eternal time-wasting committees with no coffee breaks, in the warmish place where everybody thinks they are always right, and if that God-fella thinks otherwise, too bad for him. We send ourselves to hell.

To our wayward hearts which seek freedom and enslavement and not to choose, we are confronted with reality– His service IS perfect freedom; He IS the Way, the Truth, and the Life. There is no other way to partake of eternal life than to receive it from God, by seeking his will, obeying his commands, and washing in his blood. ~




Binks Loves Liberries


~ ITEM: Neil Postman quotes on Amusing Ourselves To Death

~ ITEM: List of destroyed ancient libraries; and 11 Most Impressive Libraries from the Ancient World


~ WILL IT BE SO? I don’t know, but I dearly hope so.

God knows all things. Unlike all the lost libraries of ancient history, destroyed by fire, mindlessness, warfare, the decline of the surrounding societies, I hope the endless libraries and museums of heaven reveal all things.

I have a special sorrow and anger towards book-burners and library-torchers. To those who would erase truth and goodness and the efforts to know and grow in truth, beauty, and goodness represented in literature. Nazis, Islamic armies, the Golden Horde, whoever– may God give me grace to want to forgive such truly and deeply evil people and their actions.


Heaven’s High Halls

Imagine walking the glowing stacks of living golden books, extending high and wide and far.

What could you read about? What books pass on to friends and others to enjoy? The events of the Bible as they happened? The places, faces, and people of the Old & New Testament? The wonders & beauties of the universe? Atlantis? Prehistoric civilizations? Aliens? The pyramids in their original glory? The lost books of Aristotle, Sophocles? All the amazing creatures that ever lived on every world? History as it was? All the songs about the martyrs, known and unknown?


There is so much that is lost by the death of living witnesses, societies, libraries, art, and architecture. There is more danger in the loss of interest in books, in the learning, pondering, marking, inwardly digesting which has helped build & preserve society since forever.

Stupiding Ourselves To Death

Technology, twinkling lights, factoid rich ignorance in which literature is shrugged off is more of a threat to all of us that the attempts by our elites to dumb us down and hide the truth of the past & present. Neil Postman comments & warns:

What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny “failed to take into account man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions.” In 1984, Orwell added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we fear will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we desire will ruin us.

Civilizations decline & die for many and various reasons: that our western success in technology, irrelevant pop culture, and stupiding ‘educational systems’ might in fact iceberg our own Titanic would be a very sad tale for future societies to reflect upon. We have been warned.

Finally, In Conclusions

I hope that the completeness and culmination of all things which will be the eternal progress into God which is heaven includes a remembrance of all things in their truth. The Libraries Of Heaven.

If not that, then something so much better. ~


Angel Gone AWOL?


~ ITEM: Recording Angel

~ ITEM: Wiki– Book of Life


~ ONE HEALTHY but increasingly discarded idea is that of the Recording Angel. From the Book Of Revelation:

Revelation 20:12-13 King James Version (KJV)

12 And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.

13 And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works.

Books.. judged.. according to all our works. Hence, the Recording Angel, writing everything down: impartial, accurate, “Just the facts, Ma’am.” Forget Santa, and being good for a couple of weeks, kids.

You said what-now? OK. got it.

You said what-now? OK.. got it.

Who We Are

People have always been a mix of good and evil. However, if the idea of God’s judgement, his awareness of all things, that God, “unto who all hearts be open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid” (Anglican Prayer Book) holds us accountable– yuck. Says Jean-Paul Sartre (who died a Christian) of himself as a child:

I had been playing with matches and burned a small rug. I was in the process of covering up my crime when suddenly God saw me. I felt His gaze inside my head and on my hands….I flew into a rage against so crude an indiscretion, I blasphemed….He never looked at me again….I had the more difficulty getting rid of Him the Holy Ghost in that He had installed Himself at the back of my head….I collared the Holy Ghost in the cellar and threw Him out.

-Jean-Paul Sartre, The Words (New York: George Braziller, 1964), 102, 252-253.

“Getting rid” of God (hiding from him) makes us the measure of all things, or whatever we hold important. Goodness or badness becomes what society approves, what you can get away with, cover up, or conveniently forget. Much of the corruption, depravity, greed, and boring overemphasis on sex comes from imagining there are no limits, that anything is permissible, that selling and consuming is the pinnacle of human existence, that making people into besmirched appetites is the goal of a society.

The Mess We Make

As we look around the headlines, we see some rich men getting rich by lies and sneakery; judges corrupting justice; priests forgetting God; evil people doing horrible things, yet too often only softly punished by the courts; conspiracy, monopoly, schemes and lies by the greatest and the least. Will the ever be held accountable for their deeds? Does evil, injustice, exploitation have the final word, or does God?

God does, if the Christian God and the recoder angel are true and real. Jesus gives a hint about this in what he promises (Matt. 10.36-38):

“So don’t be afraid of your enemies. Everything that is secret will be brought out into the open. Everything that is hidden will be uncovered. What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight. What is whispered in your ear, shout from the rooftops. Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but can’t kill the soul. Instead, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.”

How much? “Everything that is hidden will be uncovered.” Not for titillation, gossip, or FaceBook chatter– for judgement. We live every moment in the all-knowing presence of God.

That idea of justice is very powerful, and should scare each of us, and comfort us about evil or powerful people apparently “getting away with it”.

Such a Bible-grounded teaching is of great practical comfort and relevance, even if it makes us feel bad or ashamed or guilty. Ultimate justice will be done, tempered with perfect mercy. If this stings our consciences, then we have things to confess, apologies to make, and life to amend.

Comfort & Cleansing

Too hard on yourself? “For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.” (1 John 3:20)

Letting things slide, or think that time wipes away sin? “they were judged every man according to their works“.. repent while you have time.

Angry about the secrets, lies, and sneaky badness of people? While we work & fight for right to prevail in our time and place, yet “I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened“.. that means everyone, including the one we see in the mirror when we are alone.

Recorder Angel, see me truly; Holy Spirit, convict my heart; Lamb of God, Son of The Father, wash me clean, restore me to the Father’s love.

We can be comforted, for in Christ our Saviour, our judge, our Lord, we can gain a true knowledge of ourselves as redeemed sinners. For after John 3:16, it says: “For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.”

~ Binks


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