Answering PBS

Scandalized to see porn titles on the lists of Netflix video offerings, Amazon Online and Apple iTunes movies,

me (BabyAmZyg) and my mom (ye olde typist, editor and content scrubber) are reduced to watching old low def YouTube copies of our beloved 90's PBS series,

The Victory Garden,

" izzat low-def enough? "

and it still rings fresh and enticing, just like it did when we were young and younger, despite the fuzzy images, blow-dried hair do's and balloon pleated khaki pants.

Today, as we were watching during soup and crackers, we recalled the many, MANY times we were tempted to donate to a PBS pledge drive, but couldn't after explaining by letter and phone call that, if they would only air Silent Scream and a few Planned Parenthood exposés, we could open wide our wallet and pledge with abandon.

Somehow, they opted to never respond to my letters, and never make any promises during those pledge drive phone-in conversations, though they acted polite and sometimes semi-understanding.

Thus, 

to make the world a more just and open minded place than our ridiculous 

Public Broadcasting System 

has ever tried to be, here, my dear Zygote sympathizers, is the shot heard 'round the world, but when you're done, you're not going to want to watch  The Victory Garden 

 for a good week or more (Baby AmZyg closing eyes now):

VHS/DVDs Available 
American Portrait Films 
Call 1-800-736-4567 
www.amport.com 

The Silent Scream Complete Version - Abortion as Infanticide

DailyAudioBibleDOTcom

If I am not here, I am probably re-listening to today's DailyAudioBible app for the nth time today,  which caught my attention the day this bumper music played at conclusion of a verry convicting  exhortation...

This Brian Hardin at DAB has got my attention unlike any pastor I have ever answered to. My Dear ZygoteHubs has an idea why.

He observed that most pastors are administrators who admonish and teach out of a skill set that is more businesslike and less ruggedly real; more interested in protecting their reputation than in being transparent, and in building a successful business enterprise than in taking the time to relate to the Everyman or the Lowly Man.

This podcaster Hardin is an artist whose analyses come from a humble artist's eye, a ragged life of personal testing that he isn't ashamed to reveal, and he SHOWS you rather than tells you how scripture speaks by drawing pictures in your mind, and strumming the heartstrings of the soul. (And he's right-on orthodox in all the ways that matter, as far as we can tell.)

Artists are taking over the world!


DAB

One Thing You Can Say About Zygotes

You can say one thing about bebe Zygote that's sure: living in the womb these five years has led to a sheltered existence where presidents and peas are always suspect.

She naively dreams in vain of a better world, and persists in doing so out of a sheer zygotish belief that she can will the world into reform just by waiting out the storm.

I recall how our same brave Little One, as a college sophomore, refused to vote for Ronald Reagan for president because she believed that an actor (read "pretender," "entertainer," "charlatan" "poser") could never impart to the sacrosanct Oval Office the dignity it deserved. (And had it been known that Good Wife Nancy consulted astrologers, little Zygote would have probably set her hair on fire, if only she had some.)

But she was proven wrong.  The Bedtime for Bonzo star actually wore a tie to work every day for two terms, earned the respect of most of his critics, and as far as anyone can say, never acted out his sexual fantasies while on the job the way slick willy Billy Clinton did, probably because Reagan was God fearing enough not to have any. But AmZyg always thought him goofy, even though she liked many of his political stands. Especially that one about the sanctity of all unborn human life.

Now, Mr. T may just surprise us all in the same way. Also goofy, at least he is earnest. And if he does succeed, I may have met the reason this morning at a banquet for a charity in Compton. The founder and president of A Thousand Praying Grannies was sitting one table away from me. With a team like that in your corner, you, Mr. Trump, cannot possibly go wrong.

Now, pray Grannies. Pray, pray PRAY and then keep on praying.  And when your knees grow sore, I've got some prayer pillows to sell you.

All aboard,

Tiny AmZyg