Why Can’t I own a Canadian?

In her radio show, Dr Laura Schlesinger said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22, and cannot be condoned under any circumstance.   The following response is an open letter to Dr. Laura, penned by a US resident, which was posted on the Internet.

 

Dear Dr. Laura:

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God’s Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination … End of debate.

I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some other elements of God’s Laws and how to follow them:

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Utterly boring blog about washing machines

We were not impressed – our washing machine, that we’ve had for 12 years or more, and that has faithfully followed us from Sydney to Adelaide to Brisbane, died quietly the other night.   One day it was working happily, the next day it was deceased, moribund, a heap of spent machinery in the corner of the laundry.

Nor were we impressed by the $1,000 plus that we had to shell out for a replacement, but – we are delighted with the outcome. Continue reading “Utterly boring blog about washing machines”

A rainy evening in Bucharest.

And I have a cold. So I’m sitting at my notebook catching up with some friends by email. Quantum, (my owner,) sneaks under my feet an I don’t notice. I finish an email, reach forward to take a drink of tea, shift my foot and tread on my owner’s tail. Owner squeals and bats my ankle with a pawful of claws. I yelp and jump and hot tea splashes into my, erm, lap. I jump again, a little more energetically, my owner is still round my feet, I lose my balance, fall backwards, pour the rest of the tea over my chest, yell some more and fall to the floor. My owner has it away on her toes, I rush to the shower and spray chest and, erm, lap with cold water. After cooling down I hang my wet clothes to dry, take a comforting shower, step out of the shower stall – stand on my owner, again, slip on the tiles and finish up on my, erm, fundament on the bathroom floor.

And I still have a cold.