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Hyfrydol

Rowland Prichard’s tune “Hyfrydol” has been used as a setting for some great hymn texts, but one of my very favorites will always remain John Wilbur Chapman’s,

Jesus! what a Friend for sinners! Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me, He, my Savior, makes me whole.

Chorus
Hallelujah! what a Savior! Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a strength in weakness! Let me hide myself in Him;
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing, He, my strength, my vic’try wins.

Chorus

Jesus! what a help in sorrow! While the billows o’er me roll,
Even when my heart is breaking, He, my comfort, helps my soul.

Chorus

Jesus! what a guide and keeper! While the tempest still is high,
Storms about me, night o’ertakes me, He, my pilot, hears my cry.

Chorus

Jesus! I do now receive Him, More than all in Him I find,
He hath granted me forgiveness, I am His and He is mine!

Chorus

BTW, the song is only loosely a hymn, technically speaking. It’s actually much closer to a Gospel song, though not in the contemporary pejorated sense but in the classical sense.

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According to Congress (and All the Other Crooks), Those Words Do Not Mean What They Mean

The idea that laws only apply to “the little people” is EXACTLY what the Framers wanted to avert with Article I Section 9 Clause 8 and and Article I Section 10 Clause 1 of the Constitution, denying both the feds and the states the power to grant titles of nobility. Of course, our “betters” have decided to arrogate unto themselves the PRIVILEGES and POWERS of “nobility” without the titles themselves. Because they can. Hence lawmakers immune to the laws they impose and law enFARCErs with *cough* “qualified” *cough* immunity (which means in practice, anything their allies in crime let them get away with).

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“I do not think that means what you think it means.”

Grammar exercise for the day. Diagram:

“After a long sleepless night, [Character Name] comes across a man chasing a woman thief named [Other Character Name], who soon becomes [Personal Possessive Pronoun] loyal ally in the wild.” Lil clue: as it (rather much) later turns out, the sentence does not actually say what the writer intended. *smh*

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Apropos of Nothing in Particular. . .

Just a random thought that intruded into my day. . .

I really do not understand why the MK MPT-76 is termed an “assault rifle” instead of a “main battle rifle” as

Its 7.62×51mm (roughly a .30 caliber round in fairly high-powered configuration matching the typical .308 Winchester “deer” and other medium-large game round) NATO round falls outside the parameters generally accepted for assault rifle rounds and was initially used in M14 main battle rifles and M60 machine guns (in the US military).
Its USE in the Turkish military is as a main battle rifle.

Still, in general use, most refer to this rifle as an “assault rifle,” completely against all reason.

It’s a real head-scratcher. . .

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I Think the Guy’s Motto Was, “Who can I kill today?”

Seriously. Either that, or a drunk, drugged, lobotomized chimpanzee was driving that 18-wheeler.

Setting: rural state highway, no breakdown lane, fairly deep bar ditches on both sides. Winding road in hilly Ozark area.

Situation: 0-Dark-30. 18-wheeler going ~30mph on 55mph road (holdover from double nickel days on once higher speed limit highway), driver taking his half out of the middle around blind curves, up blind hills, wandering over the mid-line whenever a passing stripe appears, blocking the line of vehicles (18-wheelers and cars) from passing at every opportunity.

And folks wonder why road rage exists. Maybe some of it exists, because there are people like this out there TRYING to kill folks.

Oh, and the precious cargo? Bales of cardboard.

Don’t be this guy.

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Eprep Funzies

Back before The Great TP Panic of 2020, I purchased a pack of Chinese TP – 36 very, very tightly wound rolls of very high quality. double-sheet TP with no cardboard tubes in the middle. I have since used part of one roll, just to evaluate it. The individual sheets separate along perforations with quite some difficulty compared to ordinary Charmin, etc. The individual sheets are also about 25% larger in size than usual grocery store fare. And I did imply that they are strong, didn’t I? Very, compared to usual TP strength.

Nice texture (very smooth), strong, larger sheets: a superior product that is simply not quite as handy to use because of the lack of a cardboard tube in the middle. So. . . Still useful.

Shrink wrapped in smaller packs, now. Five as individual packs for EDCs, BOBs, etc.

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Terminally Stupid Quora Questions

I used to think FarceBook and TwitPost were the best “stupid traps” on the interwebs, but Quora has begun to convince me otherwise. For example, a recent question:

Why does Grace O’Malley-Kumar’s mother believe there should be mandatory prison terms for knife carrying?

(Recap, some goblin in Nottingham, England, attacked a teen with a knife as she tried to protect a friend, killing her.)

My answer to this stupid question is,

Because she stupidly blames the tool for the actions of the killer. Banning the carrying of knives is as stupid as banning guns. Only those who intend no harm to others will comply. Those who intend to harm others will not comply. After all, they already intend to break the law with acts of violence.

What should be done instead is for the killer (whom I will not name, because spreading his name just adds to his “fame”) to be executed using the same means he used to kill Grace. Publicly. Videoed and broadcast regularly as a warning to other goblins. (BTW, that is how drunk drivers who kill someone should be executed: by having their car – or its remains – dropped on them until they are road paste. Again, videoed and shown as a warning to drunks who choose to drive.)

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Memory Aids. . . of a Sort

The fun thing about aging is that, while new injuries seem to take longer to heal, at least I probably won’t miss them for long, since old injuries (some 60 or more years old) continually remind me of their continuing (have I stressed “continue” enough yet? 😉 ) presence. Joy! It’s a memory boost! Maybe I will NEVER “forget” an injury! *heh*

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Car Not Like Cold

Not, indeed! Negative # temps decreed canceling my Wonder Woman’s eye surgery today. Rescheduled. Need an engine block heater like we used to have in our vehicles. Oh, well.

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Apropos of Nothing in Particular

Just another Olde Pharte rumination.

During college years, when I had occasion to drive home, for whatever reason, without a rider, I kinda liked starting late for the 600-*something-mumble* jaunt, because I enjoyed pulling over near the Guadelupe Mountains so I could sit back and enjoy a night sky completely devoid of light pollution. Good stuff, Maynard.