Dear Lizzie Mae,

"For the time will come when people will not put up with sound teaching. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear."
-- 2 Timothy 4:3

For reasons that shall remain mute, for me, watching television has become much like bathing in the septic receptacle under an outhouse -- especially as I watch the news. Even good "clean" sports are laced with rainbows and bended knees. I feel the urge to vomit.

So here's the fare ladies and gentlemen -- here's the entertainment, here's the unbiased reporting of journalism today:

• The gross corruption of a sitting president.
• Even greater corruption of his son.
• Alleged corruption of a former president.
• Children being sold for sexual exploitation
• Fentenyl, the deadliest drug to date, proliferating the population.
• People, desperate to exploit our country spilling over our southern border unchecked.
• A hostile country (China) taking over our country from within (purchasing land and businesses).
• Rabid media commentary (CNN, The View, CBS, NBC, ABC, ad nauseum)
• Climate change paranoia
• Racism at a social peak: mostly by those who claim to be its victims -- leading to racial patronization (see squeaking wheel and Al Sharpton).
• Slaughtering of children in the womb before they get a chance to breathe.
• Perversion of natural/normal sexuality.
• People who actually believe they can change their gender.
• Now (last night) comes those who think they can change their race.

In all of the years I have lived, (87 of them) I have never witnessed the human race at such an impoverished and morally bankrupt condition.

Where can I find a Doris Day? Or even a Frank Sinatra? Or maybe Sammy Davis, Jr.? Or even a Jay Leno for crying out loud. Ok, these people were not saints, but at least they were malleable.

We give way too much credibility to the lugubrious pseudo-science of psychology, which when it encounters a problem its humanistic and secular efforts can't solve, simply adopts it as its new norm. To hell with reality and Truth.

So I content myself, when tired and need a moment, with YouTube videos where I can at least be more selective -- or with a good book, which are becoming harder to find, or conversation with a healthy person should I be fortunate enough to find one.

All of which to ask preternaturally, "How am I any different?" Not at all sure I want to answer that question.

-- PDM