An 1899 Holiday: Hip Sickness, Losing a Sister, Dad in the Pen, And We Had a Tree

We’re going back from the early 1960s Improvement Era, to the last year of the 19th century.

Letters from children, charming and heartbreaking.

A little reminder that our general health is better, our wallets fatter, stomachs fuller, and that freedom of religion doesn’t extend into actual practice of one’s religion.

With that in mind, it may be a good time for me to start posting all the Anti-America sermons, prophecies of the Fall of America, and Washington-cursing temple endowment ceremonies, just to help out our friend Mitt and his fellow humanocorporations.


We can start with: “Emblems of My Authority,” an image¬†anonymously posted, pulled from Facebook;

going wildly viral, maybe says more than a thousand words: