This story was sent to my keeper Algy by an old friend with whom he served in the Royal Air Force. It is seldom that a really good news story comes across my path these days, so I am pleased to share it with my readers. Gibber! Gibber! Chugley
Someone has updated the pictures illustrating the truth of this powerful Johnny Cash song about the end times as described in the Bible. Warning signs are everywhere now, don’t be caught flat footed. Gibber! Gibber! Chugley
Long term readers may remember my report on Elon Musk launching one of his Tesla cars in to space. As my keeper, Algy, says: “a worthy destination for one of these “you must be dreamin’” machines”. Refresh your memory here, click on Elon’s picture below: As a sequel one of Algy’s old Royal Air Force chums recently went on a holiday to Spain where a self-drive Tesla was included as part of the cost of the trip. This friend is a 25,000 hour plus experienced military pilot and wrote a scathing test report as recorded here. I have deleted some of the more colourful language so as not to offend my readers. This monkey never ceases to wonder at human stupidity. Gibber! Gibber! Chugley Now the Tesla : Awful beast ! Had about 10 minutes dual on a demonstrator and then I was told to go to the hotel car park and pick up our one. It took me 10 minutes to unlock the door ( camera-operated scan on a chunk of plastic ) and a further 10 minutes to get the beast started. It’s all touchscreen (excellent avionics – if you can understand it ) on a very good screen, but being a “stick & rudder man ” I was a bit lost. We decided to do a dummy run round the hotel grounds before going to a town. It became impossible to lock the car up (reverse of camera/chunk of plastic epic ) so had to creep back to Tesla rep for more dual. He had a bit of difficulty locking it too. We then drove up to a motorway which led to our destination but as I couldn’t work out the Satnav decided not to chance it. A type of fear gripped me in that I had…
Pastor Wayne Edwards is in Bournemouth England this week. speaking at a Prophecy Conference. This song by the Happy Goodmans will lift your spirits as the world waits for the return of the Lord Jesus Christ. Don’t let the Lie of “evolution” steal your hope and peace. Gibber! Gibber! Chugley
Where did it all go? Gibber! Gibber! Chugley
No wonder he was called the King. My keeper, Algy, urged me to share this video clip. I do find his soothing tones singing Gospel songs inspiring, and a welcome change from protest rallies. I trust you also enjoy a breather. Gibber! Gibber! Chugley
My keeper, Algy’s old Royal Air Force chum Dave, sent this story through. It was sent to him by another pilot friend, John. I just had to post this amazing story as a break from the WuFlu war reports currently being waged against humanity. Many thanks, Algy, Dave and John. Back Monday – God willing! Gibber! Gibber! Chugley BAD ANGEL We were in Hanger #4 of the Pima Air and Space Museum to view the beautifully restored B-29, When I happened to take notice of a P-51 Mustang near the big bomber. It’ s name? “Bad Angel” I was admiring its aerodynamic lines and recalled enough history to know that until the Mustangs came into service, the skies over the Pacific Ocean were dominated by Japanese Zeros. Then something very strange caught my eye. Proudly displayed on the fuselage of “Bad Angel” were the markings of the pilot’s kills: seven Nazis; one Italian; one Japanese AND ONE AMERICAN. Huh? “Bad Angel” shot down an American airplane? Kill marks on “Bad Angel” Was it a terrible mistake? Couldn’t be. If it had been an unfortunate misjudgment, certainly the pilot would not have displayed the American flag. I knew there had to be a good story here. Fortunately for us, one of the Museum’s many fine docents was on hand to tell it. In 1942, the United States needed pilots for its war planes lots of war planes; lots of pilots. Lt Louis Curdes was one. When he was 22 years old, he graduated flight training school and was shipped off to the Mediterranean to fight Nazis in the air over Southern Europe. Lt Louis Curdes He arrived at his 82nd Fighter Group, 95th Fighter Squadron in April 1943 and was assigned a P-38 Lightning. Ten days later he shot…
My readers will be encouraged by this classic composition from Buddy Davis. I know you all urgently need some real hope, this song encapsulates where the real hope of this world lies. Gibber! Gibber! Chugley PS: Check out my new shop, a purchase supports our work, strengthens your faith, and helps the work of our suppliers. Good business Chimp style. Stay tuned, more products are on the way. Chugley Go to: chugley.blog/store/
The Goodmans ask a pertinent question in this song. Thankfully the zoo has survived another week and so have I. I do not have to wear a mask and my banana supply is so far holding up, so there is much to be grateful for. Gibber! Gibber! Chugley
