Jesus' Return in 1988

I meant to have a really good internet observation of the 20th anniversary of Jesus' return in 1988, as predicted by Edgar Whisenant.

I remembered it was September 1988 but didn't have the dates clearly in mind after all this time. Now I look at Wikipedia and the dates were between Sept. 11 and Sept. 13.

I do remember this part, that he had a book (two books combined), 88 Reasons Why the Rapture Could Be in 1988 and On Borrowed Time. I am virtually 100% sure that there was an edition of the book that didn't have the word "Could" in the title but a more definite word, which I think was "Will." What other options could there be that would be definite?

They have a quote by Whisenant that I also remember, at least a variation of it: "Only if the Bible is in error am I wrong; and I say that to every preacher in town."



I went to one of his meetings in 1988. And I have tapes of several of his radio shows that were broadcast on KAAY radio from Little Rock, Arkansas. My collection is a hodge podge and I don't have them catalogued well. The shows were repeated from time to time, so what dates they were presented is unknown to me. He wrote another book after the Lord's coming didn't happen in '88, predicting it for '89, basing this revised theory on the fact that he felt he was mistaken in having considered the year 0 an actual year, or something like that. In other words he was off by a year, making '89 the true year. This book had a title something like "The Midnight Call" or "Midnight Cry," just going by memory.

His co-host on the show was named Greg Brewer. So ... 20 years have passed. And Jesus still hasn't come. Wikipedia says Edgar died in 2001.

It is up to D.B. Kundalini to end the war

OK, I hereby end it. Done.

The headline is the headline of an email I got, putting the ending of the war right in my personal lap. I like that, being a man of responsibility and action. I really don't mind. If it is up to me, I will end it, and herewith do end it.

But then the body of the letter isn't specifically on my personal power to accomplish this task. It says, "Our leaders in Washington aren't going to end the War in Iraq unless we make them." So there's a "we" that need to make the "leaders" end the War.

Then it goes on to tell me that knocking on 5 doors or 50 will have something to do with this.

Signed, Democracy for America.

Cindy McCain

In the spirit of Cindy McCain's speech, I will try to type this post very slowly, very deliberately, with a good helping of lethargy. If I can draw it out, make it fairly dreary, and even stilted, I will know that I captured the sense of her presentation. But it's hard to do, since I've been a pretty good touch typist since 8th grade.

For the first time for me, she really looked like another Cindy, Cindy Brady. That was distracting to me, because I was thinking of the Brady Bunch most of the way through.

Besides that, the difference between Cindy's soft-focus, cliche-packed presentation and Gov. Palin's was stark. The crowd was into it, of course, but you couldn't say she blew the roof off the place, or she hit it out of the park. She hit a pleasant double and finally stood on base without scoring. She even used the baseball metaphor, about her husband, saying, "I hit a home run with John McCain," in snagging him away from his first wife. That's what I was thinking of, then as well when she got into his honesty and integrity and in what a superlative father he's been. I suppose if you have enough families you eventually get it right!

For the most part, it was a thoroughly Republican presentation. Puffy, bloated, riddled with chromosome-challenged moments.

Getting a Urine Sample from a Dog

Have you ever tried to get a urine sample from a dog? It's very hard.

Our dog was sick one time and the vet said to bring in a urine sample. So you take the dog out, and it's unpredictable when she's going to pee. You're there with a little plate, trying your best not to freak the dog out, who of course has no idea what's going on.

Then when she drops down to pee, you can't see what's going on down there because of the overhanging fur, so you try to shove the plate in, further confusing the dog who instantly quits peeing.

By now she's looking at you with a mixture of confusion and distrust. "Are you angry at me for some reason?" she's wondering. So you say, "Good girl, everything's good." Finally you win back her trust long enough for her to try to pee, and you shove in the plate, which this time comes up with a dribble, probably not enough.

Your temper is rising because we could be doing this all day, squat and shove in the plate, and it's not going well. The more you do it, the harder it is.

Finally we got several more dribbles, enough for a microscope, I guessed. And the vet said that was enough. Good job.