Thanx 2025

Apropos to the day, and in keeping with a tradition I’ve maintained for the past few years, I herewith present my annual cryptic list of a small sampling of items I’m thankful for on this Thanksgiving week and always.

  • Andraé… still
  • Reconciliation
  • Keeping connections
  • The Fit
  • WPL
  • The Swytch and the throttle
  • Dropins
  • Small group
  • Problem solving sessions
  • Psalm 109:8
  • Bryan Stevenson and EJI
  • The Sudbury diamond
  • Mary
  • Luke
  • A day in Nahant
  • Failures that lead to victories
  • Humility
  • Godspell
  • Orchard logo
  • Calls out of the blue
  • Sending and receiving letters
  • This painting by my granddaughter:
  • W@H script & book
  • Peacock journal
  • Lemonade stands
  • Pizza lunch with the gang in person
  • Memories of Jeff, Ralph, and Yiayia
  • Adventures with little ones
  • 13.5 mph
  • The porch
  • “Ladies in Black”
  • “The Best Christmas Pageant Ever”
  • Wes and the crew at VSHS
  • Father Brown
  • Memoirs
  • Bottom of the 33rd
  • Deconstruction
  • Ken Burns

God and family are implied, as always.

On the subject of gratitude, here are two of my favorite quotes on the topic from one of the most quotable people of all time, G. K. Chesterton:

  • “I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.”
  • “The worst moment for an atheist is when he is really thankful and has no one to thank.”

Now a couple of thoughts from a lesser voice, me:

  • “Giving thanks is prayer for the past.”
  • “Generosity is gratitude in action.”

I hope and pray you have the most Grateful Thanksgiving ever. And that you have Someone to thank.

The Eighth Deadly Sin

Most people can rattle off a few of the classic “seven deadly sins”, although few can name them all. According to Wikipedia, that Font of All Imperfect Knowledge (or FAIK), they were codified by Pope Gregory I in 590 AD. They are:

  • Pride
  • Greed (or my preferred rendering: Avarice)
  • Wrath
  • Envy
  • Lust
  • Gluttony
  • Sloth

It’s been said that envy is the only one in the list that has no upside. The others can be kind of fun to wallow in, for a little while anyway. That’s one problem with the list. The other, more troubling one, is that it no longer resembles a list of faults or transgressions. Rather, it reads like a job description for POTUS. (Seriously, look at that list and make the comparison yourself. It’s one thing to perpetrate those transgressions. It’s a whole ‘nother to brag about them.)

For a very long time, I’ve believed the list to be incomplete. There’s one I fall victim to as do most people I know, to our and society’s detriment.

Fear

Yup, I think fear might be the deadliest sin. For those who, like me, take their standards from the Christian Bible, you’ll find the pages there replete with exhortations to overcome fear or avoid it altogether. Here are a few:

  • “Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” Jehovah, as recorded in Joshua 1:9
  • “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.” Jesus, in John 14:27
  • “…for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.” St. Paul, in 2 Timothy 1:7
  • “There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.” St. John, the Beloved Disciple, in 1 John 4:18

And the grandaddy of them all, Psalm 23:

  • “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil…”

In fact, I once did an audit of the entire Bible in order to determine what the most common command in Scripture is. I can’t remember the exact order, but “fear not”, or some variation thereof, was first or second.*

Here are a few more excellent quotes that affirm the truth of the above:

  • “Everything you’ve ever wanted is sitting on the other side of fear.” – George Addair
  • “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.” – Marianne Williamson (not Nelson Mandela, as some claim)
  • “I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” – this one is Nelson Mandela
  • “There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life.” – John Lennon (I wonder if he knew he was merely paraphrasing St. John.)
  • “We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” – Plato

Avoid this deadly sin, probably your elected leader’s greatest one, and the rest of the list becomes a whole lot easier. And less frightening.

Fear not…


* For the curious among you, the other charge was some form of “Go.” Combine those and you have something to think about. And do.

Having a Fit… or not

Last week at this time I was bemoaning the sad state of car purchasing when I related the story of trying to replace my (now it can be told) Honda Fit. Like most small, roomy, gas-conserving, inexpensive cars, it was discontinued by its manufacturer. The motivation is either collusion with the Oil Oligarchy or simply a cynical attempt to drop low margin cars in favor of high margin gas-guzzling SUV’s that are purchased by people whose only off-road driving is accidentally rolling across a corner of their lawn while backing out of their driveway.

The Fit was the perfect car for me. It got great gas mileage, routinely more than 40 MPG, which fits my budget. My bike fit in the back along with two weeks of vacation packing. (Yes, I did it.) And it fit in the smallest of parking spaces, even those encroached upon by aforementioned behemoth SUV’s.

Do you see the recurring theme? The Fit fit my lifestyle to the proverbial “T”. It also lends itself to some cool vanity plates, two of which I’ve seen being “HISSY” and “2B TIED”. The only improvement would be if it carried the same moniker as its European counterpart: Jazz. Now, that’s a cool name.

No more. The geniuses at Honda decided no one wants them anymore. This in spite of the fact that the market for used Fits is through the roof, along with the prices. There seemed to be no hope for me.

Then I found this local business where I’m sure I can pick up a brand new one:

Who knew? A Fit factory right nearby! Can’t wait to check it out. Wish me luck.

What Will Set Us Free Now?

Recently, I was searching for information about cars. There was a car I was interested in that had been discontinued by its manufacturer back in 2020. (I won’t mention any names, but it’s the Honda Fit.) I searched to see if the model might be back some time. Other cars have made a return, e.g. Mustang, Honda Prelude, and VW Bus (or Buzz, as it’s called now) so why not that Fit, er, that unnamed car?

I was thrilled to find a couple of websites announcing a 2026 version of the car. They had video presentations of the design and various features. It looked great!

But something smelled funny about these sites. First of all, they weren’t from Honda, that is, the manufacturer. Just a brief examination made it obvious the websites were fraudulent. The videos and photos had been created by AI. That’s when it hit me. Nothing can be trusted anymore, especially on the Internet.

When MAGA came along and began its assault on truth with its “alternate facts” and other such nonsense, I thought it was just a blip on the lie radar. Nope. They never let up their onslaught. Now they’re joined by a far more sophisticated and pernicious purveyor of deceit: AI.

There have always been lies and liars. (Remember Lyndon Larouche, Bernie Madoff, Frank Abagnale, Rosie Ruiz, the Tobacco Institute, Richard Nixon, and all the other Trump forerunners?) AI makes them all look like amateurs. Anyone can tell anyone anything anytime and it’s almost impossible to discern the truth because AI excels at camouflaging lies. That’s what it does best.

Jesus once famously and accurately said, “The truth will set you free.” With truth now held hostage by sleazy power brokers, ruthless criminals, vicious bullies, amoral techies, and other ne’er-do-wells, where do we turn to be set free? Personally, I throw my lot in with the Originator of that maxim.

Quotes#4

Back in the day, when I was writing another blog (q.v. Limping in the Light) I had a few series of posts, such as things I’m thankful for, lies we believe, spiritual disciplines of the modern world, among others. One abbreviated series I ran was of meaningful quotes. There were only three such posts in that blog. (If you’re interested, you can find them here, here, and here.) That’s a shame because I collect and save such quotes at an alarming rate. The file in which I record them contains a few hundred.

Such a waste! To relieve my conscience, I think I’ll share a couple here.

I just finished reading Maya Angelou’s “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings”. Not only was it a wonderful book, it was a treasure trove of wisdom. Here are a couple of nuggets.

Here’s a statement of the human condition which sadly has been so for all recorded time.

People whose history and future were threatened each day by extinction considered that it was only by divine intervention that they were able to live at all. I find it interesting that the meanest life, the poorest existence, is attributed to God’s will, but as human beings become more affluent, as their living standard and style begin to ascend the material scale, God descends the scale of responsibility at a commensurate speed.

Although her book was published in 1969, Ms. Angelou prophetically characterizes certain current national figures with this analysis:

In order to be profoundly dishonest, a person must have one of two qualities: either he is unscrupulously ambitious, or he is unswervingly egocentric. He must believe that for his ends to be served all things and people can justifiably be shifted about, or that he is the center not only of his own world but of the worlds which others inhabit.

I’ve never seen a more precise description of a certain despicable scoundrel who is even now tearing down everything we cherish.

Dissection of a support response

At one time or another, most of us have to send a support request to our favorite online service, technology supplier, or website. Upon receiving a less-than-helpful response from one company this week, I realized most of these messages follow a very specific template, probably generated by (God help us) AI. Here’s one I’ve broken down for your reading pleasure. There’s no pleasure (or help) in receiving one of these inane replies, so enjoy this one.

[meaningless polite greeting]
Good morning,

[Obnoxious and totally disingenuous expression of empathy. The question is, do you “completely understand” how frustrating it is to get this phony automated response to every question I send? Let me tell you about “frustrating”, robo-responder!]
I hope this message finds you well. I’m truly sorry to hear that you’re experiencing difficulties accessing our services online—I completely understand how frustrating that can be, and I appreciate you bringing it to our attention.

[Acknowledgment of problem with no hope of resolution]
At the moment, we are aware of a known issue affecting [some people and/or platforms unrelated to what you described in your question], which is causing the problem you are experiencing. [No, you obviously aren’t aware because that isn’t the problem I’m experiencing.] preventing some users from using our site. Our technology team is actively working on a resolution, and we sincerely apologize [I think we’ve already established how sorry you are, in every sense of the word.] for the inconvenience this may be causing.

[insanely complex and/or inconvenient workaround, plus buy stuff to get the other stuff working that you already paid for]
Please perform the following steps:

  1. Refer to our FAQ.
  2. Clear your browser’s cache, temporary files, and cookies.
  3. Disable any pop-up blockers.
  4. Ensure your browser is set to accept cookies.
  5. Close all browser windows and restart with a fresh session.
  6. If the issue persists, try accessing the site using a different browser.
  7. If the problem still persists, reformat your disk and rebuild your entire operating system.
  8. If the problem still doesn’t go away, sacrifice a chicken, do an app-fixing dance, renew your subscription to GeekSquad, pick up your missed package at FedEx, buy some “enhancement” meds, and send $10,000 to Nigeria.
  9. Read those FAQs again.

Or:

  1. Install our app.
  2. Uninstall our app.
  3. Restart your phone.
  4. Reinstall the app from your app store.
  5. Buy an extended warranty from us.
  6. Buy, install, and uninstall the app a few more times for good measure.
  7. Have you read the FAQs?

[Acknowledgment of problem with no promise of resolution]
Once you’ve tried these steps [which no one in their right mind will do because it would take a few years and set them back a few more], please reply to this email and let us know if the issue has been resolved. [We know you won’t do them and that will keep you from bothering us again, which is actually the point of all this.] If not, it would be very helpful if you could include a screenshot, the versions of every piece of software on your computer, your mother’s maiden name, and a urine sample so we can investigate further.

[Further disingenuous pablum to try to pacify you]
Thank you again for your patience and understanding. We’re here to help and will do everything we can [everything except fix the problem, that is] to get this resolved as quickly as possible [or get rid of you any way we can].

[Meaningless but affable signoff]
Warm regards,

[Insert foreign or fabricated Anglo-sounding name.]

Better yet, just take Dogbert’s tech support advice, “Shut up and reboot.”

Poor Thomas

A BlogSnax© post

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a poor guy named Thomas. I don’t know his last name; he probably didn’t have one. But we all know his “first name”, which also turns out to be his claim to infamy:

Doubting

Yes, I’m talking about the Thomas in the Bible, chapter 20 of the Gospel of John, to be more precise. (Verses 24 through 29, to be even more precise. This is worth reading. Seriously.) As a result of the fact that he didn’t (at first) believe that Jesus had risen from the dead (would you?) he has been labeled “Doubting Thomas” for all of CE human history.

Now that’s just not fair.

Imagine if you were named based on the worst thing you ever did. Think about it. We’d be surrounded by…

  • Drunk Driving John
  • Sleazy Mary
  • Tax Cheat Phil
  • Swindler Suzy

Never mind if you rehabilitate yourself as Thomas did. You’re stuck with that miserable moniker as long as you live and, if Tom is any model, forever.

What would your nickname be???

Thank you for reading,
Lying Rick

It’s not the…

Have you ever noticed how many popular expressions take the form, “It’s not the … it’s the …”? I’ve collected a few that came to mind. I’m always open to more.

  • “It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.” This tired old saw should be retired. Does anyone really want to hear this on a sultry, sweltering summer day? It only makes matters worse.
  • “It’s not the feet, it’s the humility.” This spin on the previous one is unusual. It was presented to me as a way to get across the lesson of Jesus washing His disciples’ feet on what we celebrate as Maundy Thursday. This is way more acceptable than that last one. In this case, it’s always the humility.
  • “It’s not you, it’s me.” No one wants to hear this, least of all George Costanza!
  • “It’s not the meat, it’s the motion.” Rated PG-13!! Technically, it’s “It ain’t…” but who cares? Fifty-one years ago Maria Muldaur rocked the world with this hot little number. Pretty tame stuff by today’s standards.
  • “It’s not the gift [or expense], it’s the thought that counts.” I honestly believe in this one, although it never feels true when people say it.
  • “It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.” Only Indiana Jones could have sold this one such that we’re still saying it 44 years later. For those of us who aren’t Indy, it is the years.
  • “It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.” This is an excellent addition to the list. Admittedly, I’d never heard of it before today when I was researching this post. This is often attributed to Mark Twain but, like so many other apocryphal quotes, it is not his. See this excellent explanation of its origins.

That’s all I’m aware of but it’s not the quantity, it’s the quality. At least that’s what people say.

Photos that make me say hmm…

I’m driving behind this van and notice the sign. If it’s empty, who’s driving?!? <cue Twilight Zone theme> Doo-doo-doo-doo.<end theme> This was before self-driving cars. I got off the road immediately.

Got this puzzle at the local library. If you find the missing pieces, shouldn’t you keep the puzzle? You’d think a library, of all places would be more precise in its wording.

I can see first aid and body fluid kits as safety equipment. Even those chock blocks might be useful. But “triangles”? Maybe if you have this guy on the bus. (Sorry the picture is out of focus.)

Hmmm…

Goodbye Instagram ⃰

I joined Instagram ten years ago this month, mainly to see pictures of family, promote my writing, and publicize philanthropic efforts I participated in. It was useful and fun.

The world has changed.

Most of my family has dropped out of the IG world, there’s no evidence it has helped sell any of my books, and its parent company, Meta/Facebook†, has become an enabler of the US kakistocracy and the miscreants in charge. I can no longer associate with a company someone accurately described as “a diabolical cult run by emotionally stunted men babies, institutionally enabled sexual harassers and hypocritical virtue-signalling narcissists” that is “able to swing elections, target body-shamed teens with beauty products and monetise millions of humans’ hitherto private data.”

I quit.

What effect will my quitting have on these deviants? None. So what’s the point? I’ll sleep better knowing I’m no longer supporting such malevolence. It’s the same reason you won’t find me at Walmart or any of the increasingly prevalent local casinos. I try my best not to support sociopathic behavior anywhere.

I’ll miss a lot of stuff I followed on IG:

The thing is, I can get at most of this stuff online in other ways, as evidenced by the links above. Besides, I survived the first 60 years of my life without IG. I should be able to get by the rest of the way without it. And I’ll have a lot more time, what with not getting sucked into the bottomless void of idiotic videos and photos of life hacks (often life-threatening hacks), people doing stupid things (I do enough on my own), ads for crap I couldn’t imagine ever wanting in a thousand lifetimes (items chosen specifically for me by specious AI algorithms), staged “candid” scenes (presumably made by shameless exhibitionists), AI-fabricated nonsense posing as reality (thus perverting our vision of actual reality), maudlin recollections of the way things used to be (but never truly were), and on and on and on (and on, ad nauseam). It seems as if it never ends. In a sense, it never does. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have that kind of time.

Enough. Goodbye and good riddance to it all.


After a long deliberation about taking this step, I was inspired to finally make the leap by an article by one of my heroes, musician, writer, and all-around Renaissance man, Charlie Peacock. You can read it here.

We have a Facebook account, but we rarely use it. Nevertheless, that’s going, too.