by Pastor Dunkin, ©2026
(Feb. 19, 2026) — “Crazy” (2:44)
The last we saw of Henry, he was rehearsing for an action-filled play during a scene which required him to fall between two speeding WWI biplanes that could’ve made mincemeat out of him. What happened was that Zyklon — yes, that Zyklon — beamed Henry out of danger in the nick of time, saving him from the Grim Reaper.
The house lights dim while the curtain rises to a bare stage. Henry, in tails and top hat, slowly removes his gloves, scarf and hat, places them and the cane on the chair next to him, lit by an overhead spotlight. He gives a short but perfunctory bow to the audience, spreads his arms in supplication and addresses the audience:
To be or not to be: that is a question.
Another would be to sit on the sidelines and judge those who flounder yonder, not knowing what they do yet participating in the times, as if acting would change the outcome.
Nay, I’m afraid fate would not have it so.
We are but cogs in the wheel of time, each possessed by the belief that numbers outweigh reason, for are we not in the vanguard, streaming along, if not for the ride, then surely for something to occupy our time?
And what of time, our time, our fleeting moment between dawn and twilight time when clouds block the light? Once the lids shut, we are gone.
It’s the in-between time that we call life, our one chance to do something, even if it’s wrong, which it usually is because, face it, most of us are followers: we all can’t be Chiefs.
The farmer’s motto of yesteryear was always, ‘Do no harm.’
Good advice to live a life. Stay within the lines; don’t deviate, yet there are times when something makes one swerve to avoid disaster. Is it not so?
Some call it war, others a change of routine. A man of leisure may find it uncomfortable to experience haste whereas a young buck may think nothing of it, as if marching in a parade is on the list of ‘things to do today.’
‘Luck of the draw’ we can relate to because few are lucky; isn’t it so?
Would we be surprised to learn the flounder, as a fish that has eyes on one side of its body, swims just like all the other fishes in the sea when we’re not looking?
Billions of neutrinos pass through each of us – humans and pigs, horses and alligators, too — every second of our lives.
Each of us is mostly empty space. Our electrons are far away from the nucleuses that we carry, but what’s left is us, and uniquely so, all living on the bottom of an ocean of air.
As always, disputes arise from lack of communication or, to put it another way, lack of understanding.
Education or, really now, lack of education seems to be the cornerstone of misunderstanding these days.
A good example of lack of comprehension is the TV program ‘The View’ and its audience, believers in Fake News and those who can be bought for the 30 pieces of silver.
Asked outright, would any of us sell out our country for money? I wouldn’t. Trump wouldn’t. Chuck Schumer would.
Biden did. Democrats do.
Cheating on an election is no different than placing a bullet through the head of an American soldier storming the beaches of Normandy on D-Day.
Yet there are thousands, millions of our next-door neighbors who wouldn’t think twice about stealing our vote on election day, believe it or not. Believe it.
It’s a sad day when the Constitution takes a back seat to integrity and honesty, but that’s what happened on election day 2020 while the Joint Chiefs of Staff watched the illegal takeover of the presidency by Pelosi, Pence and the rest of the Deep State and didn’t raise a finger to stop it.
The 2020 ‘election’ was a military coup; face it.
It’s called ‘reality.’
Women on NAVY ships is also a reality that bodes ill, just sayin’ as an obvious statement, something that you and I understand. But then our Secretary of War wasn’t a sailor, so he wouldn’t – and doesn’t – have a clue.
But the weak link in our Republic, the one thing that will do us all in without a shot being fired, is the judges who rule, not to follow their Oath, but to follow whatever the Deep State’s flavor of the day is. Open borders? No problem. If Miss Cackle, Biden’s so-called ‘Border Czar,’ did her job, then there would be a minimal need for ICE.
As it is, we look to ICE to save our Republic while the Deep State’s current main focus is to eliminate ICE to destroy our country. The Deep State’s indoctrination of the fools is just about complete, and we know this to be true when ‘The View’ endorses such morons as Jasmine Crocket and Letitia James.
ANTIFA is the antithesis of freedom of speech, yet they protest against Trump who champions freedom of speech.
The George Floyd riots in Minneapolis weren’t about the death of a bully who, by all accounts, would’ve been dead before sundown that night anyway since he was on a one-way downward spiral of burglary and strongarm-intimidation tactics, let alone a druggie, as an excuse for the paid ANTIFA protesters to make fools of themselves, parading as stupid Democrats as if they held the answer to anything, which they don’t, never had and never will. All the Dems have is ‘Orange man bad,’ which isn’t enough these days. There’s just too much truth out there to keep hidden.
As I’ve said, the judges who rule against the Constitution, for the sake of our country, need to vacate ASAP.
We need pipelines to move product. We need to build up our railroads. We need to censor the FAKE NEWS; after all, what’s the difference between yelling ‘Fire!’ in a movie theater and calling for the murder of ICE agents?
No anchor babies, retroactive 18 years ago and voter ID.
Now I’ll bring out the Lady Frog ‘Can Can’ (1:09) dancers before I make my closing statement.
Thank you, Lady Frogs.
The funny news this week came out of NYC, of all places: ‘Your choice: Muslims or dogs.’
You’ve been a very polite and attentive audience.
Thank you.
Goodnight.”
“Love Potion #9” (1:56)