Dear Baba Rumcake,
Eating food is Satanic!
Life feeding on life, no matter plant or animal. Living things murdering other living things so that they might live. From the smallest bacteria to livestock and vegetables, the ritual sacrifice of the food you eat. This is Satan’s world, and if you eat food, you give him power from your evil deeds and sacrifices involved with eating food.
Avoiding food stuffs [Read more…] about Eating Food is Satanic!
Thoughts
TSA Tyrannical Shameful Acts
(T)otally (S)enseless (A)ntics
C.S. Lewis said that the worst tyranny comes from the people or persons who claim that the thing they are doing to you, is what you need for your protection and your own good.
Our government has deemed it necessary to protect us. In the most nasty humiliating, disgusting and inefficient manner, they posture, gesture and on the whole, monkey around as they direct us, sheep and cattle, down one aisle or another to be groped and fondled, scanned and ogled.
This ineffective, ineffectual way of dealing with their own inadequacy has inconvenienced millions of people so that the manufacturers and the thieves who made those scanners would profit from the fear they instill in our feeble hearts. [Read more…] about TSA Tyrannical Shameful Acts
Depressed Needs Life Make Over
Dear Baba Rumcake, The weekend is coming and I am already getting depressed. I have nothing to be depressed about but never sure what to do with the weekend. What should I do? Depressed For No Apparent Reason [Read more…] about Depressed Needs Life Make Over
If Only Jane Eyre Would Come to Life
If you could bring one fictional character to life for a day, who would you choose?
Jane Eyre was the first person that occurred to me. I want to meet that woman. I want to say hello and shake hands and thank her for the hours of pleasure, joy and rapture that her character brought me to every time I have read that book. [Read more…] about If Only Jane Eyre Would Come to Life
Old Tramp vs. New Floozy
The idle tramps always felt sure they could get a copper from Seth; they scarcely ever spoke to Adam. Adam Bede by George Eliot.
Reading those words I was mesmerized by the strength of the description. The showing instead of the telling of how forboding Adam’s character and looks were.
I read this to my beloved husband who does not read nor like old English Literature. He looked at me and said, “Poor Adam.”
To which I replied, “Poor Adam? No no. Listen to the words.”
So, I read it again. He nodded in agreement.
“Yes,” he stated, as matter of fact as he always was, “poor Adam must be a dweeb and the tramps don’t to go near him.”
Befuddled, I tried to understand what he was saying. Then it hit me. My dear husband thought that tramps were bad girls, the new fangled word for a woman of ill repute.
After the confusion lifted and my tears stopped rolling down my face, I explained that tramps in this instance were the poor folk who come to the door for food or drink. The confused look remained on his handsome face.
“Homeless people, Honey, you know. Those people who beg for food?”
As understanding dawned on him, he was disgusted with the language not with his misunderstanding.
So there you have it the old vs. the new. What is there to tell? One person’s classic is another person’s trash.