Welcome to Douglas Wilson's Blog and May Blog, presented by Canon Press.

In Dignolades, Monday, February 6, 2023, introduction, these things come in waves, of course.

Every so often, when my adversaries think that what I'm teaching is getting a little too

much traction, they may get another attempt at convincing some that I'm escaped grace

and convincing the rest of us that the left still can't meme.

We know.

We know.

You know those commercials, usually involving kitchenware of some sort, where the exasperated

protagonist is about to die, because the eggs are sticking to the pan, and a talented

cinematographer portrays how serious it all is, with dark filters and jagged edges and camera

angles?

I periodically get that kind of treatment.

A scary quote defined as something out of a sentiment with a proof thought is extracted

from somewhere, and placed on a black and white portrait of me rendered electronically

into a somber drawing.

I'd show you one, but I don't want to frighten anybody, and especially not the horses.

Apology, a probita sua.

You didn't want me to go into the slavery thing again, did you?

Didn't think so.

Or to defend my conviction that when the Westminster Confession lauded, a living faith,

they were not veering into work's righteousness, didn't think that either.

How about whether or not I should recant my conviction that Black Lives Matter is just

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