Since way back in the 1970s I got to know a certain priest in my parish, Father Paul Marx. He’s the guy who founded The Human Life Center, which, elsewhere, became Human Life International. While I was doing some studies across the pond, he retired and made it known, without however, having any executive power, that he wanted me to be his successor. Meetings were set up at which I made it clear that I simply won’t compromise. That attitude was intolerable to the new weakness. That was decades ago. Things haven’t changed.
At that time I made an analysis of the appendix to the medical ethics policy of the US Bishops Conference at the time and sent it to a major conservative Catholic publication, trashing the Bishops presentation of cooperation in evil, which was to define sophistically what is forbidden formal cooperation as permissible remote cooperation. The famous editor wouldn’t publish it, however, saying that his friend, a Catholic priest, with whom he went to the same university was presently rationalizing abortion in Catholic hospitals, and my article would effectively contradict his friend’s policy for the Catholic hospital systems in his diocese. So, protecting friendship so as to promote murder.
I sent my own analysis of the Bishops’ policy permitting formal cooperation in murder to the Ratzinger’s CDF. It was passed on the moral theologian who then passed it up the ladder. The result was that the Holy See (it had to be Pope John Paul II) forced the USCCB to reverse their own ethical guidelines for the combination of state and church hospitals, forcing the USCCB, furthermore, to publish their recant, to the point of condemning bishops who followed previous guidelines and commanding those bishops to reverse everything they have done in view of the older guidelines.
That was all under John Paul II and, of course, Benedict XVI kept up the new status quo. The new more reasonable status quo continued up to the time of Bergoglio. Then all hell broke out. It was now all back to calling evil as good, formal cooperation with evil as permissible material remote cooperation.
The moral criterion that is used by the clever murderers is a lie. The bishops say that if only one tries to minimize the perception of anyone that they, the bishops, are doing evil, well, that minimization will make the actual murder into something permissible, indeed, laudable. “Did anyone notice our murder of babies in the womb? No? Great, we’re good to go!”
I was directed to speak to a certain moral theologian about all this, and he told me, Catholic priest that he was, about babies in the womb being murdered by chemical morning-after-pills. He cynically asked me: “It’s so small, so who’s going to notice anyway? So, whatever.”
At that point, I decided to speak to the icon of orthodoxy moral theologian in the USA at the time, Monsignor that he was, and he cynically asked me: “What do you want us to do, George, close the doors of all the Catholic hospitals? We need government money.”
Decades later, HLI is now rationalizing the mass murder of babies in the womb with all the clever sophistry that turns evil into good:
“Oooo! Let’s use multisyllabic words like formal and material, proximate and remote, and add some others like mediate and immediate, and, like, stuff, you know, and confuse people so that they go ahead and get the “vaccine”, because, like, that’s politically correct right now.”
Well, I’m not confused, not yesterday, not today. Murderers and liars from the beginning don’t fool me at all. I’ve written ad nauseam on this. Here’s just a couple of posts which attack some of HLI’s rubbish even when I wasn’t at all following anything HLI was doing whatsoever. When they went weak, I lost interest.
IOR just got enriched by… a lot… and a lot of banks in the world just got lots poorer. September 30, 2022, is the deadline set by Pope Francis on which all assets throughout the Vatican, the Holy See, including extraterritorial arrangements, are to be transferred from wherever they are into the IOR, Vatican Bank.
That ensures that however much oversight over such monies that has been provided over against money money laundering by way of concordat or agreements with other nations, any enforceable controls have entirely disappeared, you know, except for smokescreens. Once it’s all in IOR, a shroud of darkness descends. Not that that’s the motive, but…
How much money laundering? By whom? Is it done by way of, say, Hezbollah or other terrorist groups?
Mr Houck is pro-life, meaning that he’s actually Catholic. He wants to save lives in the womb. He wants to protect his own children. He wants liberation for those caught up in the porn industry, those digitized, who are likely dead within days, and the necrophiliacs (let’s call it what it is), who in ultimate despair, are committing suicide spiritually and literally.
Mr Houck is Catholic. A believer. That’s the problem.
Merrick Garland is happy to traumatize his wife and seven kids by sending in dozens of FBI agents, guns drawn. The young children were all screaming the entire time. Look, no one makes an arrest like this. Mafia hitmen don’t whack someone like this. You don’t involve the wife and kids, ever. You have the guy come in or bring him to a basement. It can be done. It is done. All the time. So this was purposely staged. Why?
The purpose is not to arrest Mr Houck. It was already stated by a judge that he did the right thing regarding that for which he was speciously accused. But for Merrick Garland, accusation is guilt, and it doesn’t matter what a judge says. In other words, the FBI spent an enormous amount of time trying to find something and they couldn’t, so they concocted something. Politicized law enforcement.
This isn’t about Mr Houck. This is about the U.S. Department of Justice in conjunction with the vice-President and Brandon wanting to attack churches and pro-lifers and those pro-life centers that simply give out diapers and baby formula, cribs and prams and aid in parenting. This is about Merrick Garland’s continuous tantrum against the decision of the Supreme Court to overturn Roe v Wade. This is about Merrick Garland’s anger over against the fact that this is a Constitutional Republic with the Rule of Law that recognizes God-given unalienable rights.
What’s the fallout?
The kids who are used and abused by Merrick Garland are and will be traumatized. Unless by miracle of grace (very possible, that) they will have PTSD and be hyperaware that corruption of the State is possible, probable, and is all around us. We hope that they will grow in wisdom with such experiences, and become great leaders in the future.
The FBI agents who were apparently baited into an emergency attack on the level of National Security so urgent that they never even read the arrest warrant and refused to show it until it was insisted upon, I’m thinking that they’re also going to be really angry with their superiors right up the chain of command. This is not what they trained up for. Or is it? Have the wokistas entirely taken over? Do we now have agents who get off on shoving their guns in infants faces? For shame.
But actually, this isn’t about Merrick Garland nor any FBI agents. They are but puppets, willing or imbecilic.
Saint Paul clues us in:
“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this world’s darkness, and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms” (Ephesians 6:12).
To recap: this is about dividing the country, purposely. The etymology of diabolic is literally to throw apart.
Meanwhile, John 17, what they all seem to hate so very much:
1 After Jesus said this, he looked toward heaven and prayed: “Father, the hour has come. Glorify your Son, that your Son may glorify you. 2 For you granted him authority over all people that he might give eternal life to all those you have given him. 3 Now this is eternal life: that they know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent. 4 I have brought you glory on earth by finishing the work you gave me to do. 5 And now, Father, glorify me in your presence with the glory I had with you before the world began. 6 “I have revealed you to those whom you gave me out of the world. They were yours; you gave them to me and they have obeyed your word. 7 Now they know that everything you have given me comes from you. 8 For I gave them the words you gave me and they accepted them. They knew with certainty that I came from you, and they believed that you sent me. 9 I pray for them. I am not praying for the world, but for those you have given me, for they are yours. 10 All I have is yours, and all you have is mine. And glory has come to me through them. 11 I will remain in the world no longer, but they are still in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them by the power of your name, the name you gave me, so that they may be one as we are one. 12 While I was with them, I protected them and kept them safe by that name you gave me. None has been lost except the one doomed to destruction so that Scripture would be fulfilled. 13 “I am coming to you now, but I say these things while I am still in the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within them. 14 I have given them your word and the world has hated them, for they are not of the world any more than I am of the world. 15 My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one. 16 They are not of the world, even as I am not of it. 17 Sanctify them by[d] the truth; your word is truth. 18 As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world. 19 For them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified. 20 “My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, 21 that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. 22 I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one— 23 I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me. 24 “Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory, the glory you have given me because you loved me before the creation of the world. 25 “Righteous Father, though the world does not know you, I know you, and they know that you have sent me. 26 I have made you[e] known to them, and will continue to make you known in order that the love you have for me may be in them and that I myself may be in them.”
Is this demonizing enemies? No. But it does show that the demons have a corner on darkness and power cut off from justice, cut off from service and respect and love, and that they’re not going to let any mere human beings take all the credit for evil. They want to brag before God about how evil they are.
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Here’s something from Christine Niles on a news report the other day, my summary: Victoria, Australia, is 95 percent “vaccinated” against Covid-19, one of most vaccinated places in the world, but also right now reporting their highest death rate in more than a decade. There were nearly 5,000 deaths in August alone, and so far this year 32,000 deaths total, which is 20 percent higher in the same time period since 2017, long before Wuhan’s Covid 19 the world. More than two thirds of Covid deaths have taken place this year.
This is proportional to what is happening in other super-“vaxed” locations.
In other words, the “vaccine”, which has zero effect on the Coronavirus, only making you weakened and more susceptible until you have no immune system – even worse with successive boosters – was and is calculated to cull “excess” humanity. That’s the science. And that’s the Green New Deal. “Kill ’em all!” the greenies command.
But people will cover their ears and shriek in denial and get their 5th “booster” as I bid them to go to instead go to Confession and prepare for death as the death rates hyperbolically sky-rocket right around the world because of immune systems weakened continuously by the “vaccine” and “boosters”.
“But Father George! Father George! That death isn’t from Covid! That’s just, like, multiple other viruses and stuff that people get all at once soon after their jab and boosters! So what! That’s just a zillion coincidences! But we’re all set! We can conquer anything! We got the ‘vaccine’ and, like, ‘boosters’ and stuff.”
Anyway. Go to Confession!
“But Father George! Father George! Experimenting, doing research, development and testing of ‘vaccines’ on embryos isn’t a sin! ‘It’s just an embryo!’ [That’s an actual direct quote from a ‘Catholic’ ‘health official’ to me].”
The purposed murdering of the least of the brethren in the womb so that big pharma might experiment on their organs is a sin. Jesus, the Son of the Living God, was “just an embryo”. Saint John the Baptist, the greatest prophet, sanctified in the womb was “just an embryo”. These purpose-murdered babies are the image of God, of Jesus, who identifies with the least of the brethren. Make no mistake, these youngsters, the tables having been turned,
What did Parolin say, that the babies self-donated themselves? Here’s a reprint of a post I wrote back on 14 January 2022, absolutely worth a re-read:
If you know the Jack Bauer 24 Hours series, you will remember this scene when Jack rips out a “chip” from the stomach of an adversary while the guy is alive, without anesthesia, hastening that guy’s death.
The analogy, of course, is that big-Pharma gets a pregnant woman whose baby has been tested for maturity and perfect health into an ultra-sterile pharmaceutical laboratory to extract that baby and then, immediately, alive and now breathing, extracting organs from that healthy fully developed baby to use for research, testing, development of “vaccines.”
In the article below I make some objectively stated commentary on the words of Cardinal Pietro Parolin. I do not subjectively judge his soul. I know nothing about that. That’s for the Lord to judge, but if someone presents something, communicates something it can be objectively judged. When I call him a liar and murderer from the beginning I’m referring to his words. Just so we’re clear:
Murderer and Liar in Chief, the Cardinal Secretary of State, Archbishop Pietro Parolin, says that the purposed murder of these babies for our own selfish “benefit”, is, well, you know, if it’s just murder for testing instead of also for research and development, then that murder merely for testing is all good, even though testing is intrinsic to any research and development, is one and the same with research and development.
“But Father George! Father George! You have to be wrong! Pope Francis says it’s a moral obligation to get the murder-the-baby-jab, and he’s, like, the Pope and everything! So, like, there! Take that! Both the Pope and the Cardinal Secretary of State! Two against one. And they’re, like, big, and you’re, like, not! You’re in big trouble, Father George! Be afraid! Be very afraid!”
Cardinal Parolin Appears to Deny Conscience Right Exemption [= he totally rejects religious exemptions] from Vatican’s Pfizer Vaccine
Responding to a query about his Dec. 23 ruling mandating vaccination for all Vatican employees and visitors who haven’t recently recovered from COVID-19, the Vatican secretary of state indicated religious exemptions are not ‘justified’ with respect to mRNA vaccines. [Because, the commandment not to murder the innocent has no place in religion?! Cardinal Parolin is a liar and murderer from the beginning.]
VATICAN CITY — Cardinal Pietro Parolin has said Vatican employees seeking to be exempt from the Vatican’s new vaccine mandate because they oppose the vaccine’s link to abortion “seems not to be justified” as it was only tested rather than produced using the cell lines of aborted fetuses. [Testing requires the same murder, Cardinal Parolin, you liar and murderer from the beginning.]
On Dec. 23, Cardinal Parolin, who is the most senior Vatican official after Pope Francis, ruled that entry to the Vatican now was only to be permitted to those who were vaccinated [a demonic irony] or had recently recovered from COVID-19.
In Jan. 9 written comments to the Register [obviously a cynical political timing to influence SCOTUS], the Vatican Secretary of State said that the Pfizer-BioNTech vaccine administered at the Vatican [“at the Vatican” – All of Vatican City needs an exorcism.] does not use such “cell cultures” in its composition or production but “only in the preliminary stages of vaccine testing in the laboratory.” [As if murdering a baby for testing is any less a murder. What a liar and murderer from the beginning.]
“On the other hand, other vaccines (Astra Zeneca, Johnson & Johnson) are actually produced from cell cultures that were donated [=purpose-murdered] about 40 years ago [time, for Parolin, is not morally relevant, and therefore original sin, Redemption, a murder of someone more than 40 years ago is not relevant in regard to judgment for heaven or hell, for Parolin. But Jesus holds all of time in His hands as a creation…] for scientific purposes” [as if “science” is a license to murder], he added. [This freak Cardinal Parolin says that the baby donates himself or herself to be murdered and therefore it’s all good. What a freak demon. There has been many evil things said by Pope Francis and others in recent years, but this cynical statement about “donation” has to go down as the most evil statement in the entire history of the world, truly. What a liar and murderer from the beginning.]
“Therefore, it seems that not wanting to undergo vaccination with this motivation [of objecting to the vaccine’s abortion link] cannot be justified, since the vaccine that is currently used is precisely the Pfizer one that uses the mRNA method,” he said. [What a liar and murderer from the beginning.]
The Dec. 23 decree mandated vaccines for most employees and visitors, stating that staff without a valid “Green Pass” attesting to vaccination or recovery from the virus would be unable to access the workplace. Those lacking this documentation would be “considered a case of unjustified absence” and effectively suspended without pay.
Cardinal Parolin also decreed that, from Jan. 31, all Vatican employees who serve in contact with the public would be obliged to provide official documentation proving they had received the full anti-COVID vaccine, including the third booster dose. [So, he’s aware it doesn’t work at all.]
Vatican City State was one of the first territories to offer the Pfizer vaccine to its employees, back in December 2020, and both Pope Francis and Benedict XVI reportedly received both shots and the booster jab. [That’s not morally relevant to us. That’s on them only.]
The cardinal, who was relaying information to the Register from “competent persons in these matters” whom he had consulted for his response, also briefly explained the messenger RNA (mRNA) technology that teaches cells how to make a protein that will trigger an immune response inside the body.
Cardinal Parolin said these “mRNA vaccines (the best known of which is Pfizer, the one we use) are produced with a technique that does not involve the use of cell cultures but are synthesized through a method that involves the insertion of fragments of genetic information into the bacteria belonging to the type of Escherichia Coli [bacteria that normally live in the intestines of healthy people and animals, but some strains cause illness].”
“These are subsequently left to multiply for several days in crops which are rich in nutrients,” the cardinal added. “In this way it is possible to extract numerous copies of the DNA sequence from which then the mRNA sequences used for vaccination are produced.” [Meanwhile, there are murdered babies in abundance. These guys are liars and murderers from the beginning.]
Vatican Document References
To buttress his position, the cardinal also made reference to a note “on the morality of using some anti-COVID-19 vaccines” published by the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith on Dec. 21, 2020. The note declared it was “morally acceptable to receive COVID-19 vaccines that have used cell lines from aborted fetuses in their research and production process. [I know the CDF well, so well, when I was in Rome, that I did my famous “Day Off” with them, once going to climb the Gran Sasso d’Italia with the whole crowd. None of these guys are infallible. None of them will speak for anyone at the judgement. They’re just weak human beings. Nothing more, nothing less. To cite them as an authority as if they were infallible is something that’s done by liars and murderers from the beginning.]
“The fundamental reason for considering the use of these vaccines morally licit is that the kind of cooperation in evil (passive material cooperation) in the procured abortion from which these cell lines originate is, on the part of those making use of the resulting vaccines, remote,” it added. [Oh, really? Remote by way of time? Time is irrelevant. You are accountable to God for any murder you commit, no matter how long ago. By way of place? Place is irrelevant. You are accountable to God for any murder you commit or willingly benefit from even if the murder was in a sterile big-pharma laboratory. By way of number of people involved? That’s also irrelevant. It’s purposed-murder of the least of the brethren, of Jesus, by big-pharma precisely for research, development and testing of “vaccines”. Is it truly better to murder one Innocent Man than that a whole nation perish? That murder is a sin. It’s all in one direct continuous line of complicit behavior, from the guy with the scalpel to the guy who receives the product of the purposed murder for his own selfish benefit. One Knight of Columbus told me that he was happy to have a baby be murdered for himself. Yep. This is risking the unforgivable sin.]
The CDF note stated that using such vaccines does not in itself legitimize, even indirectly, the practice of abortion [Of course it does. It is abortion. What liars and murderers from the beginning. This is the biggest promotion of abortion since Roe v Wade.], nor does it amount to a moral endorsement of the use of cell lines proceeding from aborted fetuses. [But that’s exactly, precisely and in great particularity what it does. Testing is essential to these procedures. These people have to ask themselves as to whether they themselves are malicious.] It also added that pharmaceutical companies and state health agencies are encouraged to produce alternatives “that do not create problems of conscience for either health care providers or the people to be vaccinated.” [So they admit there is a problem of conscience. So they just “encourage” alternatives as big pharma rakes in trillions of dollars. I wonder if and how much “encouragement” big pharma gave the Vatican.]
Furthermore, it stated that “vaccination is not, as a rule, a moral obligation and that, therefore, it must be voluntary.” [So how is it that these liars and murderers from the beginning are forcing “vaccines”?]
Cardinal Parolin also referred to a 2017 document from the Pontifical Academy for Life [the most pro-abortion freakoids on the planet] that used similar arguments to the CDF note, namely that the cell lines used are “very distant from the original abortions and no longer imply that bond of moral cooperation indispensable for an ethically negative evaluation of their use.” [“Distant”… in what? Perception? You freakoid liars and murderers from the beginning. Again, time and place and numbers of people make no difference in a directly committed murder with which one is complicit, from which one benefits in a direct continuum from the guy with the scalpel to the guy or gal receiving a jab. The moral cooperation is as formal and proximate as that murdered individual glaring at you with Jesus, asking Jesus how long it will be before He takes vengeance on their murderers (see Rev. 6:9). Jesus doesn’t scold them; He just instructs them to wait a bit longer. And then He will take vengeance, even against those who protest with their misused words.]
Catholic leaders have taken varying positions on receiving the vaccine, with some such as Bishop Athanasius Schneider and other pro-life Catholics rejecting the use of a vaccine with any link to abortion, and other pro-life faithful, including Princeton Professor Robert George, asserting it is morally acceptable to receive any of the COVID-19 vaccines currently available [which means he’s not pro-life at all].
Cardinal Parolin’s differentiation between what he attests is the moral acceptability of using the Pfizer vaccine as opposed to the Johnson & Johnson vaccine and the Astra Zeneca vaccine, is somewhat similar to guidance issued by the USCCB last March, which stated that the Johnson & Johnson vaccine raised “additional moral concerns” and that the Pfizer and Moderna vaccines consequently should be preferred. However, the USCCB guidance did not indicate there were no moral problems at all associated with the mRNA vaccines, and it also stressed the importance of continuing to “insist that pharmaceutical companies stop using abortion-derived cell lines.” [There are problems, but – ah, the hell with it – go ahead and use them but just say you object. Go along to get along. $$$ All liars, all murderers from the beginning.]
The Register asked Cardinal Parolin about his new decree regarding anti-COVID restrictions: “Until now, personnel could self-exempt themselves from taking the vaccines against COVID by obtaining a negative test. Now those tests are no longer accepted, will exemptions be made for those personnel who cannot, in good conscience, take the vaccine on grounds of the vaccine having been derived (tested or produced) from aborted foetal stem cells?” [Great question, Edward.]
The full text of Cardinal Parolin’s Jan. 9 response to the Register follows:
mRNA vaccines (the best known of which is Pfizer, the one we use) are produced with a technique that does not involve the use of cell cultures but are synthesized through a method that involves the insertion of fragments of genetic information into the bacteria belonging to the type of Escherichia Coli. These are subsequently left to multiply for several days in crops which are rich in nutrients. In this way it is possible to extract numerous copies of the DNA sequence from which then the mRNA sequences used for vaccination are produced. In the case of mRNA vaccines, cell lines from aborted fetuses were used only in the preliminary stages of vaccine testing in the laboratory, but no cell lines from aborted fetuses are included in either the composition or production. On the other hand, other vaccines (Astra Zeneca, Johnson & Johnson) are actually produced from cell cultures that were donated about forty years ago for scientific purposes. Therefore, it seems that not wanting to undergo vaccination with this motivation cannot be justified, since the vaccine that is currently used is precisely the Pfizer that uses the mRNA method. Concluding, I would refer you to the Note on the morality of using some anti-Covid-19 vaccines issued by the Congregation for the Doctrine of Faith on 20 December 2020, as well as the document of the Pontifical Academy for Life issued on 31 July 2017. [In other words, a non-answer by which you know you’ve already been axed from your job. Such a liar and murderer from the beginning.]
“But Father George! Father George! You can’t say things like that! They won’t like you!”
My answer to that? Sigh. There’s no escape. These guys are not only unbelievers, they want to crush believers. What am I going to do? Be silent? They would still know that I’m a believer. I’m already dead. Thanks be to God and Immaculate Mary and my guardian angel. I’m already dead.
That’s facing West towards the driveway, from which arrival of the food-bearer is to be noted. But, with me being home, moments later he’s facing East, toward the usual approach of those wanting to attempt a home-invasion, until they meet up with oversized Shadow-dog:
Shadow-dog got a new doghouse yesterday evening. It’s set up quite a bit higher up to avoid any flooding. Apparently, just in time, as Ian is also set to drop lots of rain here in the mountains.
I’ve been trying to get a number of people I know down in Florida to evacuate, including my “Shadow.” You don’t think it can happen to you, until it does.
Oh, and Shadow-dog also got a new bed under the desk where I write. He loves it.
By the way, that special heavy-traffic grass does get trimmed a couple of times a year. That’s coming up soon. It’s the only thing that will keep that inner sanctum of the backyard from turning into a sea of mud. Seas of mud are the would-be joy of Shadow-dog. He’s the consummate German Shepherd.
“On the first day of the seventh month, you are to hold a sacred assembly, and you must not do any regular work. This will be a day for you to sound the trumpets. As a pleasing aroma to the LORD, you are to present a burnt offering of one young bull, one ram, and seven male lambs a year old, all unblemished, together with their grain offerings of fine flour mixed with oil—three-tenths of an ephah with the bull, two-tenths of an ephah with the ram, and a tenth of an ephah with each of the seven male lambs. Include one male goat as a sin offering to make atonement for you. (Leviticus 29:1-5)
Clearly, this is religion at its finest: the humble thanksgiving of joyful praise for God’s good providence for His sinful but repentant people.
This is about the birthday of the heavens and earth in their being created as recounted in Genesis 2:4:
Hmmm… two generations of the heavens and the earth in their being created…
Let’s see… two generations…
The old Adam who represented all of creation in himself, bringing creation through himself to lay down in reverence before God… That’s one generation. But Adam fell. God immediately promised a Redeemer to be born of the Woman. Let’s call that Redeemer the new Adam who, in Himself, is another generation of the heavens and the earth, Christ, the Lamb of God as the head of the Body, we as the members of that one Body of Christ.
Andrews, NC, hasn’t had an airshow for very many years. Sept 24 it finally returned. But I was doing priest stuff. On my way back on the highway I saw that, unless you were there from way before it started, there was no way to get anywhere near the airport. What I wanted to see up close was the F4U Corsair, a fighter-attack gull-wing. No chance of that. However, Guardian Angel at work, a Corsair was banking high above the highway as I passed under. Then, pulling off into a parking lot in town, that same corsair was turning back to the airport just overhead. That’s it in the picture above, right on top of me.
This reminds me of dad razing the roof of the house on a number of occasions in the early 1960s. I felt as if I could almost touch the plane if I reached high enough. I waved. The wings of the plane waved back. Not knowing aerodynamics as a little kid, I thought the air under the wings would push down on me as the plane passed above. Pictured is the early version, with a smaller, three-blade propeller. Later, there would be a four-blade propeller sixteen feet in diameter with a series of gatling guns in both wings, a kind of precursor to the A-10 Warthog. Here’s dad, with his back to you, to your right at the inside folded elbow of the wing:
This was, perhaps, the most impossible plane to land on an aircraft carrier. I had heard of the left-wing-drop previously, but this guy gives some real clarity on it. It’s faults in design like this that the best of the best know how to use in combat to their advantage.
In that aircraft carrier picture and in the thumbnail of the video above, you can see the checkerboard pattern. Dad was commander of the Checkerboarders. Sorry, but this put me in nostalgia mode.
By the way, speaking of using weaknesses to one’s advantage, have you never heard that the effects of original sin, and whatever of our own rubbish sin, weakness of mind and will, fallen emotions being tempted not to follow upon but to wildly highjack what is, then, no longer reason, all of this having us be open to being the victims of violence and aggression of all kinds, sickness and death…. have you never heard of all this described as the cross by our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and that we are not to suppress such a cross, but we are rather to recognize it, pick it up, carry it daily until we die, but all the while following Him, all to the end of knowing more clearly, literally excruciatingly, why it is that He came to save us, and that only He can save us, taking our place, Innocent for the guilty, so that He has the right in His own justice to have mercy on us, so that, in that grace, we die to ourselves to live for Him, all the while being assisted in growth in sanctity by this cross which we all carry? That cross, which we learn to embrace, makes for blazing clarity. Yikes! But all things work for the good of those who, by the grace of God, love God.
In summary: if you think there’s a weakness in your plane, use it to your advantage, and fly to the heavens.
It took him about two seconds to get elected to Congress after that short speech.
As a cloistered Benedictine nun told me across the pond, “service rules the day.” You do what you’re supposed to do for people and they’ll love you for it. What you’re supposed to do in law enforcement is not at all to follow the democratic “will to power” of “the people” madly chasing after this and that fad. Rather, law enforcement in a Constitutional Republic is to follow that rule of law which is legitimate because it is consonant with natural law, which is, of course, consonant with what God wants for us, the mercy that is justice, the clemency that is circumstantially justified.
I like how he says that most men in jail are good men who just got on the wrong side of the law. I like how he mocks the “gangsters” who hold their guns sideways. I laughed out loud when he said: “I’m easy to find.” That’s about enough to make any gangster retire into boxing yams, hacking sugar cane, driving rice trucks, sorting through crawfish, jarring up Cajun hot pepper.
This kind of law enforcement works when there’s no corruption in the upper echelon of law enforcement, no corruption of politicians. What honest LEOs hate the most is corrupt law enforcement leadership, corrupt politicians, corrupt prosecutors, corrupt judges, corrupt jailers. It makes an already dangerous job all the deadly, all the more frustrating.
I’m sure there’s an analogy to be made of the dynamics established when Jesus commands us to love one another AS He has loved us, in all truth, in all respect, in all goodness and kindness, He taking us deadly seriously and expecting us to take Him deadly seriously.
The thing believing priests and believing laity hate the most is corrupt “men of consensus”, those priests and (Cardinal) (Arch)bishops who go along to get along with the fallen world and the prince of this world who is Satan. It makes their lives of trying to help people get close(r) to Jesus and on their way to heaven all the more difficult, all the more frustrating. How wonderful it would be to have believing believers.
Here’s the deal: believing believers appreciate the efforts of those who try their best, even while suffering frustration in this way or that. We’ve all seen it all before. We’ve seen this or that Judas betray Jesus. We’ve seen this or that Peter deny Jesus, even repeatedly. We already recognize that those who go to hell with Judas want to go to hell, and that that’s their choice before God. But we also recognize that Jesus didn’t lay down His life, Innocent for the guilty (who include all of us), just to do it, but so that He would have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us. Our hope is not in fallen human beings. We want the best for them and for us, that we are all converted to the Lord and be on our way to heaven. But our hope is not in fallen human beings. Our hope is in Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God.
And for that matter, I hope that the Gremlins get their act together and turn to Jesus as well.
Elijah with the flaming fiery sword on Mount Carmel, Israel.
[[It’s 2022. This was written now thirteen years ago. It’s Padre Pio’s feast day. /// BTW, today marks 28 years in prison of Father Gordon MacRae. Hail Mary… Saint Michael the Archangel… ]
You can read things dozens of times over the years and just not “get it” at all. That’s me. But this year when I read the following letter of Padre Pio, I was mesmerized. I now know a bit more just how much I absolutely don’t know anything about the spiritual life. I have written academically about that of which he speaks, the flaming sword wielded by the angels at the end of Genesis 3. The suffering I went through to accomplish the academic feat on a level of historical philology, involving many, many years of library rat-ness, not REsearch but rather original hard work, agony, really, is nothing at all compared to what Padre Pio understood in an instant by experiencing personally this fiery sword which I have only come to know academically. I am, to date, the only one to have accomplished this academic feat through the centuries, through the millennia. I’m pretty proud of it – and that’s a sin – and I am trying to get over it. It helps to have come to know someone who was alive in my lifetime who experienced precisely, personally, exactly what I described on a merely academic level.
I am vindicated by Padre Pio’s experience. At the same time, on a spiritual level, well, I am thrust to the ground in deep humiliation, for I obviously know nothing of the spiritual life. But at least I know that I know nothing. These days, that’s something. And it’s way more than enough to ask for this great saint’s help. Apologies are given in advance for the inadequacy of [my comments] below. You can see from my Coat of Arms (thanks to Elizdelphi! No words on the banner yet) that I am grateful to have written about the sword of which Padre Pio speaks…
From the Letters of Saint Pius of Pietrelcina, priest (Epist. I, 1065; 1093-1095)
I will raise my voice and will not stop imploring him
“Out of obedience I am obliged to manifest to you [obviously, his religious superior] what happened to me on the evening of the 5th of this month of August 1918 [Vigil of the Feast of the Transfiguration of Jesus] and all day on the 6th [Feast of the Transfiguration].
“I am quite unable to convey to you what occurred during this period of utter torment. While I was hearing the boys’ confessions on the evening of the 5th [making them saints!], I was suddenly terrorized by the sight of a celestial person [an angel] who presented himself to my mind’s eye [So, not an apparition, but entirely spiritual. People think angels are all fluffy chiffon pastels and cute. Pio speaks of torment and terror, and this angel is from heaven!]. He had in his hand a sort of weapon[“weapon”] like a very long sharp-pointed steel blade which seemed to emit fire. [This is the sword mentioned in Genesis 3:24. My academic, pedantic translation of this three-fold double-reverse verb is this in context: it is the sword which “turns-into-its-contrary-by-way-of-the-fiery-grace-of-enmity-against-Satan-and-by-way-of-friendship-with-God-whatever-is-presented-to-it.” Thus, if we were to try to grasp at the fruit of the Tree of the Living Ones, the work of this sword, of this grace, wielded by the angels, would turn that, with our assent, into humbly receiving the Fruit of the Tree of the Living Ones, that is, the Eucharist. This is also the sword with which the Carmelites depict Elijah. See their fiery coat of arms below. This is also the sword mentioned by Teresa of Avila. This is pre-eminently the sword of Saint Michael…] At the very instant that I saw all this, I saw that person hurl the weapon into my soul with all his might. [Seeing that such an angel could crush the entire universe if given permission from the Most High, this is saying really a lot…] I cried out with difficulty and felt I was dying. I asked the boys to leave because I felt ill and no longer had the strength to continue. [What an understatement of all time. They must have been scared for him.] This agony lasted uninterruptedly until the morning of the 7th. I cannot tell you how much I suffered during this period of anguish. Even my entrails were torn and ruptured by the weapon,[“weapon”] and nothing was spared. [“nothing” – and here I try to hang on to this and that. And in doing that I am totally lacking in generosity. I’ve done nothing in my life. I’ve not laid down my life as so many have done. Pio is going through his purgatory all at once, 40 some hours for him, and much more than any purgatory: he is bringing souls to heaven by his life becoming an intercession for all of us. What would I do, I who surely have a purgatory lasting until the end of time?]
Elijah’s fiery sword on the Discalced Carmelite Coat of Arms
“From that day on I have been mortally wounded. [“mortally wounded…” And this is no longer his wound, but that of humanity, with Pio now being in solidarity with Jesus on the Cross even as Jesus is in solidarity with us, loving us while we are yet sinners, drawing all to Himself as He is lifted up on the Cross. And we watch with Him…] I feel in the depths of my soul a wound that is always open and which causes me continual agony. What can I tell you in answer to your questions regarding my crucifixion? My God! What embarrassment and humiliation I suffer by being obliged to explain what you have done to this wretched creature! [For we do nothing to save ourselves. Jesus is our Savior. We come to realize this. We are nothing. He is all. He shows us what He has saved us from, and not just us, me, but we see how He has saved all of us as we gain some heightened perspective on the cross.]
“On the morning of the 20th of last month [two weeks later], in the choir [making the traditional thanksgiving prayers after Mass], after I had celebrated Mass I yielded to a drowsiness similar to a sweet sleep. All the internal and external senses and even the very faculties of my soul were immersed in indescribable stillness. Absolute silence surrounded and invaded me. I was suddenly filled with great peace and abandonment which effaced everything else and caused a lull in the turmoil. All this happened in a flash. While this was taking place I saw before me a mysterious person similar to the one I had seen on the evening of August 5th. [We entertain angels and even the Son of Man and do not know it. How much the angels reflect the Son of Man! And the fiery love of God, issuing from the throne of the Most High, from the Heart of Him who loves us so much, is just that fierce on that sword which transforms us utterly in God’s love.] The only difference was that his hands and feet and side were dripping blood. This sight terrified me and what I felt at that moment is indescribable. I thought I should die and really should have died if the Lord had not intervened and strengthened my heart which was about to burst out of my chest. [We are utterly weak. It is all Jesus.] The vision disappeared and I became aware that my hands, feet and side were dripping blood. Imagine the agony I experienced and continue to experience almost every day. [He speaks also and especially of his embarrassment, for he, as all of us from Adam until the last man is conceived, caused those wounds in our Lord. How is it that he, Pio, or any of us could share such wounds of love for all those Jesus has redeemed and wills to save?] The heart wound bleeds continually, especially from Thursday evening until Saturday.
Padre Pio reprimanding the Bishop about the Seal of Confession.
“Dear Father, I am dying of pain because of the wounds and the resulting embarrassment I feel deep in my soul. I am afraid I shall bleed to death if the Lord does not hear my heartfelt supplication to relieve me of this condition. Will Jesus, who is so good, grant me this grace? Will he at least free me from the embarrassment caused by these outward signs? [The embarrassment, mind you, is more than enough to end his life on this earth.] I will raise my voice and will not stop imploring him until in his mercy he takes away, not the wound or the pain, which is impossible since I wish to be inebriated with pain, but these outward signs which cause me such embarrassment and unbearable humiliation. The person of whom I spoke in a previous letter is none other than the one I mentioned having seen on August 5th. He continues his work incessantly, causing me extreme spiritual agony. There is a continual rumbling within me like the gushing of blood. [This Hebrew description of this sword in Genesis 3:24 (which I think I am the very first to translate pedantically, as it really is just that difficult), the sword which the angel is mashing around inside Pio is variously and wrongly translated as the twirling sword, the sword which moves about this way and that, etc., is, instead, again, “the sword which causes that which is presented to it to be transformed into its contrary.” Again, we are not to grasp arrogantly for the Fruit from the Tree of the Living Ones, though we can humbly receive its Fruit (the Eucharist from the Cross).] My God! Your punishment is just and your judgment right, but grant me your mercy. Lord, with your Prophet I shall continue to repeat: O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger; do not punish me in your rage! Dear Father, now that my whole interior state is known to you, do not refuse to send me a word of comfort in the midst of such severe and harsh suffering.” [If it were I who had to respond to such a religious superior, knowing I know nothing, but despite that, I would say that in our very reception of mercy we must show mercy to the rest of the members of the Body of Christ, those whom Jesus has redeemed and wills to save. Our suffering is occasioned by the lack of others, lack of faith, etc., but it is not their cross we carry, but instead we come to know what we would be like if we ourselves were to be without the grace of our Lord and therefore our own lack of faith, etc…. and our remaining in friendship by the grace of God in such horrific circumstances acts as an intercession for those who are truly without faith, etc. This is drawing all to Christ on the cross in solidarity with Jesus, who does this by His grace. He, the Head of the Body does this, but we are members of that Body and we are with Him. Jesus said that He would draw all to Himself when He is lifted up (on the Cross). If we only knew! If we only knew! Now Pio had his eyes opened, his soul torn open, his hands and feet and heart torn open. But it’s all Jesus. Jesus’ love taking on our lack. Embarrassing to us? Yes. And we run away. Pio couldn’t run any more. The angel presented himself, and, fiercely raising his weapon of God’s love… I know nothing. Saint Pio: help this donkey-priest to come to know Jesus! Help all of us priests! Help all whom Jesus wants to transform in His love!]
Being from Minnesota, Fried Green Tomatoes weren’t on my list of dietary delights. We had hotdish, which is some kind of casserole the ingredients of which were limited only by the imagination. I’m sure I’ve tried as many kinds of hotdish as Bubba Blue came up with for shrimp:
Shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. There’s shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That- that’s about it.
But I’ve now had two breakfasts of Fried Green Tomatoes. Here’s the recipe my host wrote out for me. His wife is in home hospice for a while now. I spend quite a bit of time at their house:
I just picked another monster green tomato to deliver on the next visit, late as it is in the season.
Meanwhile, eggs are my kryptonite. I found three eggs splattered the length of the driveway, likely thrown at Shadow-dog by a weak arm.
I think I know who did it. He likely forgot he did it seconds after the deed was done. Harmless. It wasn’t a hot enough day to cook them on the tarmac. If they somehow remained whole, I could’ve fed them to Shadow-dog. Too bad, that. I’m sure the calcium is good for the garden along the driveway. No harm done.
The bishops of the Flanders region of Belgium ever so bravely stood up against the ol’ meanies at the Vatican, the Holy See, and published a liturgical rite of blessing of same-sex unions. You know, a Novus-Novus Ordo Rite of Same-Sex Unions. Except this wasn’t so daring. Not at all. Pfft.
The Vatican ever so weakly blusters and then does nothing. Germany’s been doing this for years. Who’s going to care about Flanders? The doing nothing bit is itself a cynical blessing of dissent, the way of the good ol’ boy’s club to present change from truth to falsehood to those whom they consider to be the great unwashed. It’s all staged. Vatican and Germany. Vatican and Flanders. It’ll only get worse. You’re sure to see it at a parish near you.
I bet Libreria Editrice Vaticana will soon be publishing an insert for the Sacramentary used in the Novus Novus Ordo Missae, and then Sacramentaries with the same-sex rite fully integrated. Well, they’ll have to consult language experts of bishops conferences first of course.
People are all in fluster to be ever so tender and sensitive – dainty even – to make proper distinctions between heresy and apostasy and schism. “We have to be very careful!”
But here’s the deal: all of those individually or together in any combination will get you automatically excommunicated because the objective sin involved is, as they say, mortal, deadly, enough to bring you to hell. You gonna worry about finesse of legal distinctions in hell. All of this is shaking one’s fist at God, mocking God.
Let’s review: same-sex sex militates against the image of God described in Genesis and held up by Jesus: man-woman-marriage-family. Same-sex sex is mortally sinful. It murders the soul. Dead. And unless there’s repentance, that deadness is eternal. Eternal death.
Also, I’m not so sure about the distinction between heresy (adamantly choosing not to believe in this or that doctrine, also moral doctrine) as opposed to apostasy (adamantly choosing to reject Christianity altogether). I’m sure there’s legal finessing to be argued about. But it comes down to this: if you adamantly reject just one doctrine, say, the Resurrection of Jesus, then you deny everything. You also deny as a direct consequence that there is sin and possible forgiveness of that sin; you deny hell, but also heaven; and certainly, in that case, there is no Holy Sacrifice of the Mass united with Calvary, no Eucharist, no priesthood… Get the idea. TRUTH IS ONE. You can no more divide truth than God Himself can be divided. Certainly not everyone understands everything perfectly, but we’re talking all things being equal.
The heretic is also… get this… divisory! It’s not the believer who simply continues to believe who is divisory. It’s the self-absorbed promethean neopelagianists who ultimately trust only in their own powers and feel superior to others who vomit their darkness onto others who are divisory.
The believer simply, rightly, points this out for the sake of helping to save the many.
UPDATE: Department of Justice checking into this post:
I’m guessing that named visit means that some underling thinks there are plenty of ways to win over against the free exercise of religion, with the ideology that morality is always and only politics and never has anything to do with religion, you know, like the Ten Commandments. Imagine that, preaching the Ten Commandments being felonious behavior.
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To protect the innocent and to give plenty of logistical space to accusers to hang themselves all the more violently, the content of this post will refrain from reciting some ferocious truths and the most biting of ironies.
It seems that reference has been made by those considering themselves to be friends of the CDC and friends of directors of health policies that attorneys will now be contacted to… stop yours truly… from speaking to immoral mask and “vaccine” policies.
It seems that there are those in the world who don’t like my Covid policy for those assisting at Holy Mass. They want to stop me altogether, perhaps have me put in prison.
What’s my Covid policy? Glad you asked. I’ve repeatedly, intensely, clearly indicated the points of my policy over recent years, and I’m happy to repeat it yet again, and if I’m given a momentary world-stage to proclaim this policy, I will rejoice:
The bishop has granted a dispensation from the obligation to assist at Holy Mass on Sundays and Holy Days of obligation. He’s not forbidding you to come to Mass. He’s just saying that it’s your decision as to whether you come to Mass. For my part, I’m going to be saying Holy Mass at the Altar of Sacrifice alone with Jesus, but the doors of the Church will happen to be open. If you choose to come to Mass, you can wear a mask or not. There are medical reasons not to wear a mask, such as having asthma. I’m not going to embarrass anyone whenever they come into church without a mask and force them to explain how it is that they’ve come in without a mask. I’m not a police officer and neither the Church nor the State can make me an enforcement officer forbidding people to fulfill their first amendment rights to free exercise of religion. Also, if you see non-social distancing, like twenty people in a six person pew, it might be that those people belong to one or two families who happen all to live in the same trailer. I’m not going to embarrass them and force them to explain this to people every time they come to church. It’s legal not to socially distance when you live in the same house.
That’s from memory, but I can definitely swear that that’s verbatim, or words very close to that effect. I said it so very many times, also repeating all that to the bishop, who, I’m sure, will be happy to be subpoenaed along with my parishioners just to establish that fact. :-) So, this is for the record.
But what is it that world-class agitators want me to say? Well, I’m no mind reader, so that’s hard to say. But it might actually be a disagreement not so much about masks, which the CDC is continuously ambiguous and inconsistent about, but rather about the “vaccines.” From the get-go, I’ve been extremely clear about the objectively mortally sinful immorality of pharmaceutical laboratories strapping a woman onto a gurney so as to rip an absolutely healthy, absolutely developed baby fully alive in the womb out of the woman, so that it’s now screaming, getting lots of oxygen into its organs and, without anesthesia, ripping the living, healthy organs out of the baby while it screams, the kidneys, the pancreas, the lungs, the eyes… all for research, development, and testing all along the way, you know, full on murder for the “benefit” of adults, that is, for the bank accounts of big pharma.
Jesus said, what you’ve done to the least of these, you’ve done to me. Jesus was also in the womb of His dearest Immaculate Mother for nine months. Do you think His wrath will not be great against those who have sacrificed babies for themselves? Here’s Jesus, a couple of cells big, in the womb of His Mother, while John the Baptist, in the womb of his mother, is already six months old:
And while all this has to do also with Natural Law, I might remind interested parties what Saint Paul VI stated early on in the last encyclical of his pontificate, published near the beginning of his pontificate, Humanae vitae:
“No member of the faithful could possibly deny that the Church is competent in her magisterium to interpret the natural moral law. It is in fact indisputable, as Our predecessors have many times declared, (1) that Jesus Christ, when He communicated His divine power to Peter and the other Apostles and sent them to teach all nations His commandments, (2) constituted them as the authentic guardians and interpreters of the whole moral law, not only, that is, of the law of the Gospel but also of the natural law. For the natural law, too, declares the will of God, and its faithful observance is necessary for men’s eternal salvation. (3)
(1) See Pius IX, encyc. letter Oui pluribus: Pii IX P.M. Acta, 1, pp. 9-10; St. Pius X encyc. letter Singulari quadam: AAS 4 (1912), 658; Pius XI, encyc.letter Casti connubii: AAS 22 (1930), 579-581; Pius XII, address Magnificate Dominum to the episcopate of the Catholic World: AAS 46 (1954), 671-672; John XXIII, encyc. letter Mater et Magistra: AAS 53 (1961), 457.
(2) See Mt 28. 18-19.
(3) See Mt 7. 21.
And here’s what Saint Pio of Pietrelcina thought about all this, he having sent a letter on Humanae vitae to Saint Paul VI less than two months after it was published and less than two weeks before Padre Pio died. Humanae vitae was against contraception, to be sure, but also against abortifacients and abortion. Paul VI responded to Padre Pio, but the response arrived after Pio died:
Your Holiness: Availing myself of Your Holiness’ meeting with the Capitular Fathers, I unite myself in spirit with my Brothers, and in a spirit of faith, love and obedience to the greatness of Him whom you represent on earth, offer my respectful homage to Your August Person, humbly kneeling at Your feet. The Capuchin Order has always been among the first in their love, fidelity, and reverence for the Holy See. I pray the Lord that its members remain ever thus, continuing their tradition of seriousness and religious asceticism evangelical poverty, faithful observance of the Rule and Constitutions, renewing themselves in vigorous living and deep interior spirit—always ready, at the least gesture from Your Holiness, to go forward at once to assist the Church in her needs. I know that Your heart suffers much these days on account of the happenings in the Church: for peace in the world, for the great needs of its peoples; but above all, for the lack of obedience of some, even Catholics, to the lofty teachings which You, assisted by the Holy Spirit and in the name of God, have given us. I offer Your Holiness my daily prayers and sufferings, the insignificant but sincere offering of the least of your sons, asking the Lord to comfort you with His grace to continue along the direct yet often burdensome way—in defense of those eternal truths which can never change with the times. In the name of my spiritual sons and of the “Praying Groups” I thank Your Holiness for the clear and decisive words You have spoken in the recent encyclical, “Humanae vitae”, and I reaffirm my own faith and my unconditional obedience to Your inspired directives. May God grant truth to triumph, and, may peace be given to His Church, tranquility to the people of the earth, and health and prosperity to Your Holiness, so that when these disturbing clouds pass over, the Reign of God may triumph in all hearts, through the Apostolic Works of the Supreme Shepherd of all Christians. Prostrate at Your feet, I beg you to bless me, my Brothers in religion, my spiritual sons, the “Praying Groups”, all the sick—that we may faithfully fulfill the good works done in the Name of Jesus and under your protection. Your Holiness’ most humble servant, PADRE PIO, Capuchin – San Giovanni Rotondo, 12th September 1968.
(l’Osservatore Romano – Weekly Edition in English – 10 October 1968)
So, as I say, I don’t know where these people are coming from. Hey! Maybe they just hate me. That’s O.K. What I want for them is that they get close(r) to Jesus and make their way to heaven. And that’s why I have such policies. If I proffered anything else, I think I would go straight to hell. But I want to go to heaven.
To all these people, whether connected in some way to the CDC or to health policy directors, I don’t care if I’m not your friend, but I do want to be the priest for you. I want the best for you. Choose life. Choose heaven.
So, the vast majority of bishops and laity in Germany have voted to the effect that same-sex sex-acts are not sinful. And so they now offer deadly scandal which, of course, is taken up by those who very well otherwise could have been saved. Bishops and priests risk going to hell with the permanent, eternal character of the sacrament of Holy Orders on their souls, marking them special targets for punishment by the demons and all the rest who are there, but especially by those whom they scandalized.
Look, I’m no canonist, but it seems to me that direct, public, obstinate rejection of revealed doctrine and morality which has been taught not only in Sacred Revelation – with extreme clarity – but also believed and proclaimed by all men everywhere at all times – with extreme clarity – including entirely consistent interventions of the ordinary magisterium of the Church – with extreme clarity – an obstinate rejection about which they have been warned against doing… it seems to me that this places the vast majority of bishops and laity in Germany not only into the category of being heretics, but also makes them apostate, and, because a vast majority of the bishops are involved, also makes them schismatic, or are there canonical distinctions to be made? No matter! Hell fire is hell fire whatever it is that takes you there. One thing for sure, they are no longer Catholic. Taking note of the expressions of the kids at Fatima after they had just seen a vision of hell, I’m concluding that I don’t want to go to hell:
Same-sex sex-acts are a direct attack on the image of God spoken of in Genesis as male-female-marriage-family. This isn’t about brutal sexual activity. That’s just a vehicle, if you will, by which they do what they really want to do, and that’s all about mocking God. When sex isn’t about life in view of eternal life, it’s about death lurching toward eternal death. They mock the God of the living.
When reading through the Scriptures, we see that there were, here and there, shameful temple prostitutes, both female and male. Being naïve, we ask in shock: “How could that possibly have come about? We would never do that!”
It’s all about compromise and rationalizations, one after another, sinking one into the dark quagmire of no wisdom, no purity of heart, no agility of soul, no clarity of vision, no profundity of understanding. All gone. Lost. But with a vengeance, shaking one’s fist at God. And, yes, without the grace of God, anyone could do all of that and more. If we cannot say, “There but for the grace of God go I…” — if we cannot say that with honesty and integrity, looking at the risen but still wounded Christ Jesus in the Face, then we are already lost. Jesus is our Savior, not our aloofness (because, you know, we’re nice and don’t need to be saved by Jesus anyway).
Not getting that? Let’s re-assess: It’s not Germany alone. Look at Ireland. Completely annihilated regarding the faith. For a while, Ireland had a “tiger economy.” You know why? Because they murdered all their kids in the womb. They weren’t spending money on food and clothing, but on useless luxury. Because they stopped saying the Rosary in family on their knees daily. Because they stopped going to Confession. Because the vast majority of the priests and the bishops are homosexualismists, ideologues who in their fairy-ness brow-beat and bully those less compromised into being more the children of hell than they are. They went from about 95% Catholic and 95% Mass attendance to about nothing% and nothing%, in one generation. If it can happen in Ireland, it can happen here. Oh… wait… it’s happening…
Instead of encouragement to say the Rosary, what we get is damnable throwing up of all doctrine and morality into the air so as to “dialogue”. What a crock. Method is doctrine. Teaching and accepting the truth = good. Forbidding belief and rejecting the truth = heresy. One is life, one is death. The Greeks want to dialogue. Jesus’ response is that He must be crucified. That’s His dialogue. As the Master, so the disciple. Jesus will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire.
This Common Buckeye on the tarmac driveway next to the tomatoes calls to mind Tomato Buckeye Rot. The similarity of the markings is striking.
Imagine that your visual defense against predators is to look like a rotten tomato.
If you’re all nerdy about chemistry amidst a symbiotic ecosystem, the Common Buckeye in its various morphologies opens up a universe of bio-manipulation and applications (see Genesis 1:28). Nature is not ever what we think; there is always so very much more.
Creation speaks of God the Creator. In such times as this (see Romans chapter 1, beginning to end, no, really, go read chapter 1 of Romans now!) it is good to notice the beauty of God’s Creation and be pointed to God, thanking God, praising God.
Meanwhile, at the same time, this grasshopper was on the floor of the open carport. I mean, those eyes…
Anyway, over at Wikipedia we read about what fallen human nature has to be busy about, even with grasshoppers:
“In February 2020, researchers from Washington University in St. Louis announced they had engineered “cyborg grasshoppers” capable of accurately detecting explosives. In the project, funded by the US Office of Naval Research, researchers fitted grasshoppers with lightweight sensor backpacks that recorded and transmitted the electrical activity of their antennal lobes to a computer. According to the researchers, the grasshoppers were able to detect the location of the highest concentration of explosives. The researchers also tested the effect of combining sensorial information from several grasshoppers on detection accuracy. The neural activity from seven grasshoppers yielded an average detection accuracy rate of 80%, whereas a single grasshopper yielded a 60% rate.”
So, probably you don’t need to have a helicopter drop a thousand detection-grasshoppers onto this kid. You already know there’s something suspicious when he’s dressed for the arctic in a cover-the-bombs-parka when it’s a hot day. By the way, this 14 year old was successfully stripped of his bombs.
Anyway, this kind of research will surely save lives. Who would’ve thought? Grasshoppers!
There’s always more to learn. Fascinating. Thanks be to God. Love of God makes the thanksgiving exhilerating.
I call to mind the double anamnesis speech of Cardinal Ratzinger to the USCCB in Dallas, TX, in 1991. This is one his most important contributions, right up there with Ad tuendam fidem and then, as Benedict XVI, Summorum Pontificum.
Too bad the bishops didn’t understand a word of what he said, which means that they were already more involved in the second half of chapter one of Romans than the first half of that first chapter. And so we have what we have today.
Basically, you can’t have a remembrance of the pristineness of the Garden of Eden without first of all having a remembrance brought to one’s own living testimony (anamnesis, from which we have the word martyr) of the Last Supper united with Calvary, we being united in solidarity with the wounds of Jesus.
It’s good to be solidly grounded in the joy of learning ever so much more about our relationship with our good God in these times of the denial of natural law, divine law, in these times of the denial of Jesus.
You know you’re getting somewhere when the Holy Ghost has you say, “Abba! Father!” through, with and in Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, looking forward to the new Eden, the new paradise, the new “garden” of the new heavens and the new earth in heaven.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, have mercy on me, a wretched sinner who crucified you, and please have mercy on the whole world. You founded your mercy on your justice. Thank you.
Oh. And imagine being hidden with Christ in God, your camouflage being the carrying about the death of Christ within us, you know, as the Master, so the disciple. I think of Saint Paul:
“From henceforth let no man be troublesome to me; for I bear the marks of the Lord Jesus in my body” (Galatians 6:17).
“But Father George! Father George! You don’t understand! Being close to Jesus in this world isn’t to be hidden at all. You stand out as the exception, not with the majority, what Karine Jean-Pierre says makes you an extremist!”
Yes, well. This is how it works: the closer you are to Jesus the more the world doesn’t understand your identity in Jesus, who said that the world will hate us as much as it hates Him. Who we truly are is invisible to the world just as the identity of Jesus as the Son of the Living God was not recognized by the world. Proportional to our ‘in your face’ proclamation, the more hidden with Christ in God we are.
On September 15, 2022, Francis spoke to the bishops, priests, deacons, religious, seminarians and pastoral workers at the Cathedral in Kazakhstan. Everything he said can be summarized in these three sentences of his:
“Faith is not a lovely exhibition of artefacts from a distant past or a museum, but an ever-present event, an encounter with Christ that takes place in the here and now of our lives. So we cannot pass it on by simply repeating the same old things, but by communicating the newness of the Gospel. In this way, faith remains alive and has a future. As I like to say, faith is transmitted through the ‘mother tongue’.”
Let’s get into this. The opening bits are all good:
“Faith is not a lovely exhibition of artefacts from a distant past or a museum, but an ever-present event, an encounter with Christ that takes place in the here and now of our lives. So we cannot pass it on by simply repeating the same old things…”
Right. That would be the heresy of Pelagianism to think that we could, on our own, just repeat articles of the faith, or, say, rubrics in the liturgy. I think we’re all good with that. Otherwise, we could simply loop recordings, say, of the Council of Trent, and think that because of that we have saved ourselves. That would be stupid.
But then he continues and now we know what he really means, which is that Francis does want us to think like Pelagian heretics:
“…we cannot pass it [the faith] on by simply repeating the same old things, but by communicating the newness of the Gospel. In this way, faith remains alive and has a future. As I like to say, faith is transmitted through the ‘mother tongue’.”
Wow. A number of things here. He’s speaking in such fashion that we are falsely led to believe that the Faith, Sacred Tradition, is communicated necessarily and merely in new world-view contextualizing by human evangelization, indeed, through the “mother tongue”, a jab at the Traditional Latin Mass.
But while this seems to be the case — that we are to hand on the faith, and we are indeed to do all we can humanly speaking to evangelize others — this supposed “handing on” of the faith is instead only done as a favor to the evangelizers, so that they can grow in the charity necessary for any evangelization. The true “handing on” of the faith, the living content of the Traditiones , the ‘things’, if you will, of Sacred Tradition, the articles of faith (as Trent has it), all comes to us by way of the Holy Ghost. Trent has it that what the Apostles do in evangelizing, what we do, is wrought only quasi per manus, almost as if by hand. But the Holy Ghost is the One who actually “hands on” the living faith for us, the Truth, which comes to us with sanctifying grace, and therefore with hope, with Charity. God is love, always in the same way, for all, for each individual, “univocally” as the great Cardinal Siri put it in his most necessary book Gethsemane. This is the indwelling of the Most Holy Trinity.
This is more than any “mother tongue” or any insult to the Traditional Latin Mass can bring about. Cynically attacking the Most Holy Sacrifice of Jesus is not how we’re to go about receiving the faith from the Holy Ghost.
It seems that every chance, it seems every day, multiple times a day, is taken by Francis and his minion Cardinal Roche to demean Sacred Tradition so as to have it dumbed down to have it merely signify that which we do in whatever culture in whatever religion with what savior we imagine or not.
You have heard that it was said that by May 2023, there will be a total ban of the Traditional Latin Mass. It’s already been said that the TLM is no expression whatsoever of the Roman Rite (Traditionis custodes) and has no place whatsoever in the life of any parish (Cardinal Roche).
“But Father George! Father George! I’m gonna snitch on you to the highest of ecclesiastical tribunals like I’ve done before many times to complain that you’re spending your time as a priest commenting on Fox News stories on some stupid blog, because, you know, like, as fake neo-conservatives, we’re holier than thou! And besides, Portland is NOT YOUR PARISH! What the hell are you talking about?!”
Good question, actually. Here’s what I’m talking about:
That headline, because mentioning North Carolina, where I am, acts, of course, like click-bait. I gotta find out which town they’re talking about. I thought that surely it’s gotta be Charlotte or Raleigh, five and seven hours away. Nope, it’s Asheville, just down the road from the parish. Any tourists to Asheville make it out my way so as to drive through the Nantahala gorge, perhaps over the Trail of Tears, perhaps along The Tail of the Dragon.
I immediately thought of a guy and a gal who are perhaps now helping to head up whatever anarchical group, perhaps a “them” and a “them” (I can never keep up with the thousands of fake pronouns), who came out to the parish right after a Sunday Mass. I’m guessing that they had been waiting in the parking lot for everyone to leave, but a couple of us were still having a gab-fest in the counting room before I went off on Communion Calls. Instead of spray-painting and knocking over statues, breaking stained-glass windows and stealing the Most Blessed Sacrament for satanic rituals, they decided to talk instead.
They droned on and on with prepared soundbites about wanting to use the parish as a hub for “community organizing”, remaining secretive about their “grass roots” organization at a certain university campus. Upon my questioning, I discovered that they had zero individual donations for their activities. They were not “grass roots.” Funding came from one person whose name they were not allowed to disclose. Oh my! Who could that possibly be?
They had questions about the demographics of the parish, because, of course, they were racist in the sense that, to them, only black and brown lives matter (they were lily white). Combine that with their agitation-Marxism and they had a perfect lead-in for their most important question of all:
“So, anyway, like, you are, like, able to defend, like, your church, right?”
Looking hard at one of the “thems” in the eye, I said slowly and with some degree of calculated firmness, very deliberately: “Yes… I am able to defend… and we are able to defend…” Meanwhile, I was open carrying, as always. Hehehe.
Later, I discovered that, generally speaking, such like have been visiting pre-researched targets, whether pro-life centers that give out diapers and baby formula (therefore, their enemies), or church communities (because, you know). Their criteria for shortlisting targets for an actual attack included just how “soft” a target might be. The goal is to hit hard, destroying property and committing violence on people at their most vulnerable time, and then getting away without a scratch.
We haven’t seen hide nor hair of them since, but I’m fully expecting that they’ll be back, with chances of an incident rising hyperbolically as we get closer to the mid-term elections.
Does your pro-life center or parish church have any kind of situational awareness going on? Are they those among you who are able to stop already being delivered mortal aggression while knowing how to minimize possible harm to non-aggressors?
Oh, and what are the political leaders in Asheville doing about their being a “hub” and their astronomical rise in violent crime? Well, they are defunding the police, dumping criminals on the street, and talking about… wait for it… climate change!
The Roman Martyrology was/is read in community or in private by the more liturgically minded amongst us. It’s a daily reminder of those saints assigned to any given day, regardless of whether they are assigned liturgical texts at Holy Mass or in the Roman Breviary. There are many more saints per day, of course, than we otherwise hear about. And, of course, there are “the many” who (eventually) make it to heaven without having received any honorable mention here upon earth.
Googling this, I immediately found a PDF edition from 1914, which was scanned in from the library of the Institute for Mediaeval Studies. Here’s a page for the 25th of February. That’s my birthday. Quite the violent day:
And here are parts of two pages for the 13th of March, a Sunday in 1960, which is the day I was baptized, again, quite the violent day in the history of the Church:
It’s as one might expect for a martyrology for the One, Holy, Catholic, Apostolic Church, wherein the rule is: “As the Master, so the disciple.” That’s a great encouragement for our times. That’s the point. Those saints want us to join them in heaven, thanking and praising the Most Holy Trinity. Both “Yikes!” and God given joy to be the companions of so great a cloud of witnesses.
Should you want to be introduced in like fashion to this encouragement, here’s the link to the PDF:
In that picture above the background you see is boxes of cold cases, murders, piled high in the United States Territory of Guam. The label that’s visible says “HOMICIDE: WANNEE L BAILEY”. She’s the one who was murdered. That’s her on the left in the picture at 19 years old, when she was pregnant with her son, Pornchai Moontri, who is to the right in the picture at 12 years of age.
From Father Gordon J MacRae:
“It has not escaped my notice that this is being posted on the Feast of the Exultation of the Cross. That is most fitting. This is an unusual post for us, but a necessary one. It tells a story that has deeply impacted our lives and it has been a long time in the making. Please note that portions of this account may be disturbing. I have done all I can to minimize such content without minimizing the story itself. This post is longer than most, but it is a mesmerizing account with no part that I could justly omit. If you have never shared a post of mine on social media or with others, please share this one.”
Just to be clear: share that post on BeyondTheseStoneWalls, over there. Here’s the link:
In The Fugitive, Harrison Ford, at least in camera tricks, jumped off the Cheoah dam on the Eastern side of The Dragon, successfully surviving another dangerous escape. The dam is at the start of an extremely treacherous 11 mile stretch of Highway 129 in the most epically beautiful region of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Look up “the tail of the dragon” “highway 129” and you’ll see what I mean. This was part of my epic “Day Off, again.” I live in the most beautiful parish in the world.
Having to go once again up to General Surgery at the teaching hospital of the University of Tennessee, Knoxville, I was very happy to once again to slay The Dragon, twice, there and back, with brand new hug-the-road Yokahama tires on Sassy the Subaru. I have waaaay too much fun. Unlike the Cooper tires, the Yokahamas don’t sing, drifting on the curves, at all. They’re like glue on the tarmacadam.
At about mile 3.5 on The Dragon, there’s a warning sign that says “DIP”. Ain’t no lie, that. In about 25 feet it drops about 6 feet on a super-sharp curve. If you straighten the curve from outside to inside you’ll go airborne, pretty much no matter how slow you go. But don’t ever straighten any curves, especially on this road. Waaay tooo many people die because of that.
Right after this on another super-sharp curve there were two police SUVs and a wrecker, and one uninjured motorcyclist standing around, looking bewildered. Obviously, he did the right thing and jumped off his cycle as the cycle went over a cliff and down, and down, and down. Clearly, he knew how to fall when having fun, and had no fear to take the fall instead of death. That’s the first skill you have to learn, how to fall. The good thing about The Dragon is that there are zero guard-rails, or “slicers” as I call them. That’s actually to save the lives of those who fall and slide off the road while their cycles go flying.
Meanwhile, a safe arrival at the hospital parking ramp. I always take a mnemonic picture of where I am:
This is such a great hospital. Getting a tag at the front door took only seconds:
Then the registration was just a few minutes all told:
Up I went: receptionist, initial interview, then into the examination room, strip down a bit, all to have the internal and external scarring progress checked. I must say, truly, this was a great experience. Happy, happy. I’ve had a lot of bad experiences elsewhere, but everyone here was in a great mood, very respectful, all good. That speaks to great management, great teaching, great learning. Very professional. Kudos to everyone at the hospital.
Thanks for your prayers:
I’ve been behaving myself quite well regarding not lifting anything heavy as per doctor’s orders. I’m to keep doing that for quite a while, even months. “There’s only one good chance to heal,” she said. “If another chance is necessary, it won’t necessarily be a good chance,” she said. “Behave yourself,” she said. “Yes, ma’am! I said. :-)
But I had a question: “Why is there deep weirdness, like a couple of inches deep, into the lower-inside right-thigh quadriceps (opposite side of the surgery), kind’a like an onset of paralysis above the knee?” No comment on that, especially because the surgery was left-side abdomen. I get why there was no answer. If it has to do with the epidural between L-3 and L-4, that’s a completely different medical group, nothing to do with the surgeons. I get that. All good. So, that’s a wait and see how it goes event.
I was told to expect, coming up, the possibility of very sharp bolts of pain from the abdomen down into the left leg, down to the knee. I’m happy to be forewarned of a mere possibility. I thrive on too much instead of not enough knowledge, and I was humored. Happy-happy.
Along those lines, she gave me the reasoning for the opportunistic rampage of the trauma of the surgery on neighboring organs. She gave me excellent advice on how to deal with this rampage of the trauma. Perfect. But this is another wait and see how it goes event. This might bring on other surgeries. Last night was… how to say?… difficult. But we’ll see. She invited me to make another appointment and just cancel if necessary, but I didn’t take that opportunity, wanting to be optimistic.
Finally, as long as I was already cut open (and this is a benefit of open surgery vs laparoscopic), two tumors, one fibrous and the other insanely cell-multiplying, quite a bit larger than what might otherwise be seen, were successfully excised. I love that altogether. Go in for one thing and have others, unknown to have existed, now already fixed. Can’t get better than that. I’m so happy to have opted for the epidural over against general anesthesia.
Thanks to all doctors, nurses, office staff. As I say, they were all happy, respectful, professional, great attitudes, are actually interested in the patient. That goes a long way with me. An epic “Day Off”.
And then, the best part of all, was the nice lady who takes $3.00 for the parking ramp on the way out. She asked how I was. I said I was really doing well, that at my post-op visit just now I was told that two tumors no one knew were there were taken out successfully, besides the surgery I had gone in for also being successful. She was so happy for me, saying that that made here day, and that therefore the $3.00 fee was on her. I thanked her also for that wonderful moment of shared joy. That was a perfect gift for my journey back to slay The Dragon one more time. Happy happy.