Having to buy my free speech rights?!

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Is the God-given unalienable right to Free Speech guaranteed by the Constitution’s First Amendment cancelled out by the God-given unalienable right to the Free Exercise of Religion? Does a religious minister have to buy his right to Free Speech?

Here’s the heart of  the problem, at least for Catholic priests. Catholics have an obligation under pain of mortal sin to assist with Holy Mass on Sunday’s (or any Vigil Mass). The Federal Government by way of the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) assists churches by not taxing incoming donations (Income Tax). It would be entirely offensive to the flock for a church or even a church minister to endorse a political candidate, well, in certain circumstances. Let’s make a distinction, which is not theological but rather deals only with taxes.

The question is this: Does a church minister, in this case a priest, ever have the right to endorse a political candidate?

To put this another way concerning the IRS and Income Tax. This priest, yours truly, pays Income Tax.

  • I can receive income from the church as reimbursement for “business expenses” such as mileage (which I don’t do, to a loss of some $7,000 or $8,000.00 a year, to my loss). The parish simply cannot afford to assist me with what we call “Mercy Mileage,” miles which rack up when I take people frequently to hospital and doctor visits even hundreds of miles away (we are in a medical desert), or go on Communion Calls and Last Rites calls all over this four county area of Graham, Cherokee, Clay and Macon counties. Those purposes are called “business” as far as the IRS is concerned.
  • But that distinction, made by the Federal Government, the IRS, mind you, means that in the very mind of the legislator, there is inescapable the real and expected possibility that a minister, indeed a priest, will have non-business mileage which he has no right to claim for business mileage as reimbursement-income. And while it is intended that this be a zero-sum game, so that it is only the money spent on business mileage that will be reimbursed (something like 0.55 ¢ per mile), it is still a recognition that a minister or priest has down time, non-business time, personal time, in which case he might take a vacation/pilgrimage to the Lourdes or the Holy Land, maybe read a book or… or… wait for it… write a blog post.

Speaking of writing my own personal opinion in my IRS granted down-time, let’s make some other things clear:

  • This means that a minister or priest cannot express any endorsement of a political candidate from the pulpit, or during any official church function, whether on or off campus, whether during sick calls, Last Rites calls, Communion calls, during religious processions through the streets, during any celebration of the Sacraments or sacramentals, not even in private casual conversation if such minister or priest is actually using his status as a minister or priest to enforce such a political endorsement. This goes for church bulletins, newspapers secular or religious, radio or television broadcasting, or even social media. I do none of that.
  • I make it crystal clear that when I communicate anything I do that simply in my own name. Period. End of story. But if you want more detail, see the long list of disclaimers about who I don’t speak for:

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  • I’m sure the IRS would be interested in some logistics. I’m good with that!
    • The blog I write on is my own personal blog, not that of the church.
    • I myself pay the fees for the blog and the domain.
    • My blog has NOTHING to do with the parish. It has nothing to do with the Diocese. It has nothing to do, believe me, with the United States Catholic Conference of Bishops. It has nothing to do with the Holy See. Nothing to do with Pope Francis.
    • I designed the blog myself. No one edits it for me. No one is required to read this. Almost zero people in the parish do read it. Those who do so only read it once in a while, well, except for one or two people. But even they say that they pretty much just look at the “Flowers” posts, wishing these were on Instagram. Never!

Finally, let’s just ask the question:

In view of the IRS, can a minister or priest, totally on his own time and with his own resources, utterly not as part of his ministering or his being a priest in a parish or diocese, as expressed at great length above, go ahead and endorse a political candidate, it being a given that, in not using any 501c3 privileges whatsoever, but indeed paying his own income tax?

Diversely, can a minister or priest BUY BACK his God-given unalienable right to free speech as already guaranteed by the first amendment?

Diversely, can I, with all the distinctions made above, in my being a citizen in good standing in this great country, wave my American Flag and say that for I which I was so brutally censored?

AS FOR ME: TRUMP 2020

I’ve yet to read up on what Trump said in his executive order, or what the Bishops Conference said, or what Saint Pope John Paul II said, etc. I’m going a million miles an hour, busy with being a priest, and I love being a priest. I also love being a human being and a citizen, as least on my own time. By the way, if anyone wonders, my up-hours as opposed to my down hours, are often 12 or 16 or 18, sometimes 20 hours a day. I wonder if there really is much down time after that. Or maybe we are not allowed down time. I really NEVER take vacations, ever. There are scheduled days off that I miss out on.

Let me be frank about this… Here’s the deal: I was told that I am always and only 24/7/365 in my official public capacity, that I never am a private person. I wonder if pooping and peeing is private, or if my verbal diarrhea always has to be at the level of Papal Exhortation or Papal Encyclical or Apostolic Exhortation? I wonder if this is why we have IDIOT papal sycophants who think that every word that comes out of the Pope’s mouth or his pen is entirely infallible instead of only when he speaks on faith and morals to the universal church as the successor of Peter especially when deciding a controversy. These sycophants are the reason why we have, on the other hand, sede-vacantists. These are those who are responsible for such division in the church. They overstep their capacities taking on an authority they do not have. Shame on them. Shame on them. They are tender snowflake violent bullies who smack others down to demonstrate to themselves the power they don’t actually have. Whew! Amen, and, if you only knew:

Laughing out loud!

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U.S. Census Bureau gerrymandered me

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Pre-Covid-1984 here in Cherokee County of far Western North Carolina, the Atlanta U.S. Census Bureau paid me a visit at my little church in Andrews, requesting that I become a “partner” in the effort to make “The Count” a success, what with most Latinos being Catholic and with me having a Spanish Mass. They really want the Latinos counted. In fact, I was the very first contact for partnering that was made in the region.

Me being a troublemaker, I put some tough questions before the regional coordinator about mathematics and statistics and illegal immigration and the sharing of information with such as ICE, as well as about the use of information for gerrymandering so as to sway an upcoming election. The regional coordinator touted doctoral degrees with Jesuits no less, and had done work for DARPA, surely DARPA COMPASS, which, by one in 330,000,000 chances, is coincidental to my involvement in DARPA COMPASS. The responses were rather non-committal.

As the months went by I saw some stories about the Census being used, in fact, for gerrymandering so as to sway elections. It’s about as old as what is called the first profession. But this was a big deal as recently as the last presidential election in 2016.

Writing to this regional coordinator I asked about this potential difficulty, and was assured that talking points were provided to them about this. And that was it. No answers were given to me.

Instead, I was receiving multiple emails inviting me to be special at a special meeting for all the partnering going on. At the same time, I was getting messages on my phone saying that the Census Bureau lost my email address and could I call them up and let them know what it is again. Um. No.

Trump did up an executive order forbidding the Census Bureau to use information for gerrymandering. Smart. The very same day this regional coordinator resigned. Did I mention that it was the very same day. ;-)

Meanwhile, not long after, just the other week, a rash of calls came in on the phone message recorder in the church office, demanding ever so very breathlessly and urgently that I immediately call back. I hate anything breathless, and so let it go. Another call, then another. Two guys and three numbers, all going to Houston, even though we’re in the Atlanta district.

Having some time driving to meet a priest friend to go up to the exorcism the other day I thought I would enjoy some entertainment by calling one of those numbers. After about ten minutes of preliminary talk about issues raised above we got down to brass tacks.

He said that he had some questions about my electronic submission of my census form. Hey! That’s interesting! I didn’t submit any electronic form. Mine was paper. I filled it out and sent it by way of the U.S. Postal Service. Only some people received the paper. Interesting that as well.

He was convinced that there was a raft of women and kids here who were not reported. Oh, you mean, I asked, like all those Sanctuary Movement Latinos escaping from pre-Sandinista Nicaragua back in the 1990s (before he was born, surely). They need to be declared he insisted. I told him if anyone is saying something like that by way of an electronic submission for the census, well, that would be fraud and will sue them into the ground.

More than this, the previous gerrymandering agent (just a conjecture, by the way), admitted that all Census response forms are manipulated by the Census Bureau so that no one can ever relate any particular form to the person who is responding, you know, to protect their privacy, you know, in case of hacking (which has happened, or was that the excuse?).

Having gone through the Ancestry DNA thing, I wrote down my two major DNA “ethnicities”. But that’s what the Census Bureau can change, enabling them to gerrymander districts so as to bring more services to certain underserved ethnicities, such as Latinos. But that can sway votes, sway elections, right?

And… and… there’s a financial motivation to say anything whatsoever on manipulated form. Census Bureau field operatives get a minimum of $10 bucks a pop for every house visited. But they can write whatever the hell they want. Money is to be had! Gerrymandering is the added benefit which, as per the history of it, happens all the time.

I think the whole lot of them should be slammed into prison. But they would be out in minutes.

I’m sure they would want to a SWAT on yours truly in retaliation, you know, to check on all those undocumented Latinos living in the house. He insisted multiple times that this was a legit question because, you know, it’s a “rectory.” There’s some prejudicial misbehavior for a Federal agent. I invite them to SWAT me out. Maybe they’ll slip on some dog-poop. That’s about all that’s here. Shadow-dog and Laudie-dog are quite healthy. Maybe they count as human! Maybe they’re Latinos! That’s about they level they are at, seems to me.

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P.S. These guys should go visit the neighborhood drug house. It’s just a small house, but there can be dozens of “homeless” teens and twenty and thirty somethings in there, for years at a crack. Yes. Get those names. Most would have multiple felony warrants. But that information can’t be shared, right? And anyway, they will change all the details, as promised.

The whole thing is – as far as I can see – terribly corrupt – as bad as mail in ballots (not the absentee kind, but the simple mail in ones, already filled out and mailed for you by someone else).

I feel like doing some follow-up with this, say with the Atlanta Census Bureau. If these guys were scammers and not federal agents, well well, that would be a felony. :-)

Saint Michael Department of Homeland Security

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Day Off! Exorcism & priestly fraternity

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  • These are times in which we must condemn priests for taking days off. What is that, anyway? Have they no faith? Do they not know that the sheep are by and large without a shepherd? And how bad is it that more than one priest would ever be found in the presence of another! Let’s spread them out so that we have a more equitable distribution of the clergy. And if they were ever to enjoy some fierce theological, philosophical, liturgical, spiritual, sacramental, ecclesiological and other truly fiercely enthusiastic conversation about all levels of natural, societal and ecclesial law… – – – – – Just. No. !!!

/// off sarcasm

Here’s the deal: yesterday, all day yesterday, I was away, far away, out of state, in one of the other dioceses of these United States, having been mandated by that bishop, that local ordinary, to do up an exorcism for a gentle soul whom it was a privilege to meet. It was my normal and almost always epic “Day Off.” I make sure about that because it’s my own time and I’m NOT taking away from ministry to this parish (and assistance with the other, fully, then, four counties).

And, yes, I had an absolute blast (to use an old word of decades gone by). I love being a priest. I love priestly fraternity. It does me good. It does all priests good. Don’t begrudge your priests some “down time,” even with other priests. You never know what they might be doing for Christ Jesus and His Church, His flock.

Sorry for being so very brash. I’m just in a good mood that the Lord offers me forgiveness for my multitude of sins, offers that my name be inscribed in heaven. That’s on Him, not me. He is very good and kind.

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You who have ears to hear…

These were outside on the driveway this morning. Fresh picked. But I just can’t take anonymous food. Let me know who you are, please. I needn’t tell anyone…

UPDATE: Great advice about how to freeze corn in the comments. BTW, that’s my tiny freezer that the corn is on top of. These all went, as is, in a plastic storage bin (they all fit), and that was tossed into the freezer. The squarrrsh is taking up a lot of room, but I’m sure I’ll enjoy them in the dead of winter.

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Warrior Poet, Alexander, Trump, Biden. UPDATE on this censured post: LOL!

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[The above is the beginning of the original post. It then continued:]

Then there’s this:

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UPDATE: At this point in the original post, the rest of the post was censured. It was only like five words of personal opinion that appraised my own intentions regarding Super-Tuesday, November 3, 2020, something like, “As for me: Trump 2020,” or words to that effect. And that was the whole of it. Those words of my personal opinion outraged a very censorious personage.

My patriotic instinct made me think that this smacking down of free speech was stepping over the line. Questions came to mind:

  • Upon ordination to the priesthood, do I have no personal voice in the public square?
  • Upon ordination to the priesthood, do I have zero Constitutional First Amendment rights?
  • Upon ordination to the priesthood, do I have zero rights in the Canon Law of this One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church?

So, what did I do?

  • I asked for some links to research and dear readers sent them in. Great! I’ve yet to go through all that, but I’m most encouraged by what I see at first glance.
  • I asked for some advice from some really smart people. I find out, of course, that no matter how good I think I am at analyzing stuff, there’s always someone much better at it than yours truly. The truth of the identity concerning the complainant against yours truly then finally hit me in the middle of the night. And then I laughed out loud. I didn’t see that snowflake’s communication to the one who smacked me down (but smacked down in such a friendly manner, which I appreciate!), but methinks that my conclusion about who the complainant happens to be is at a Zero Dark Thirty 100%:

Careful! There’s some bad language in that video. Maya (actress Jessica Chastain) is my hero. As she said in the script concerning the whereabouts of terrorist Usama bin Laden:

  • “It’s 100% he’s there. O.K. fine. 95% because I know certainty freaks you guys out. But it’s a 100.”

Hah. Yes. LOL. It’s the logistics of the communication made to me that convinces me, the when and the who of it. As pointed out by advisors, forcing that communication at that time by that person would be quite impossible even for really clever people heading up political campaigns. There’s only one person who, as the original complainant, could and would do this according to the time and manner of communication. Yes. I agree with that. 100%.

In the past, the complainant – in my Mayaesque opinion – a most tender entitled snowflake, has used the same method of having me smacked down, hiding in the background and having someone else smack me down, which is entirely unfair to the messenger. He’s a grown man. The messenger is a woman. He hides like a coward behind her. Now twice. That guy has got to stop this abuse of women. What a cruel guy. What a coward. All bullies are cowards. He should just put a comment in the post itself, or send me an email, as he has my email address. But no, he has to use a woman as human shield from the words which might come back at him, demonstrating how unreasonable he is.

The previous incident? He had written something about active shooters in churches, having it that people should just go ahead and die in all their hundreds, and that church-goers should never ever have competent and capacitated security at hand, having it that no one should ever micro-aggression terrorist mass-killers by supporting the God-given right to protect the innocent from unjust, mortal and being-delivered aggression that we’ve too often seen with the bully tender-snowflakes in this otherwise great country.

I challenge this coward to come out from behind his anonymity so we can discuss law of all kinds, natural, civil, federal, church, so we can discuss duties and rights, so we can discuss candidates for the coming election, comparing the most pro-death guy, the most anti-church guy, to the most pro-life guy, the one who has done the most to protect the free exercise of religion.

Let’s lay down some background:

  • What I wrote in five words about Trump in 2020 I wrote during my down-time, in zero official capacity as a cleric, not on any of our church campuses, but on my own private computer in all the privacy of my dwelling, with my own internet connection I myself pay for, disregarding what I can otherwise claim from the diocese. I didn’t do this from the pulpit, or on any parish campus, not Catholic radio nor in a Catholic newspaper. I didn’t use the church bulletin, which hasn’t been published this entire time of Covid-1984. I didn’t use any church function no matter where it might be.
  • The blog I write on is my own personal blog. I myself pay the fees. My blog has NOTHING to do with the parish. It has nothing to do with the Diocese. It has nothing to do, believe me, with the United States Catholic Conference of Bishops. It has nothing to do with the Holy See. Nothing to do with Pope Francis. I say all this loudly: look at the ABOUT page of this blog. I pay for the blog domain as well. I designed it myself. No one edits it for me. No one is required to read this. Almost zero people in the parish do read it. Those who do so only read it once in a while, well, except for one or two people. But even they say that they pretty much just look at the “Flowers” posts, wishing these were on Instagram. Never!

But, let’s start in the next post, if he’s willing to chime in, on the very specific IRS policy. But even prior to that, let’s discuss the fact that the parish has it’s own 501c3. I don’t have one myself. And I don’t use the 501c3 of the church. No. I pay my own income tax to the Federal Government quite apart from the parish, quite apart from the Diocese, quite apart from the Bishops Conference, quite apart from the Holy See. But I get ahead of myself.

For now, I’m just baiting this guy to show himself. I’m baiting him to throw theology of identity at me so I can smack him down about courts not going anywhere near any theology. Courts are interested in taxes, numbers, not in defining theological concepts.

Right now, I’m just shadow-boxing, as it were, since the accusation was not read to me by the messenger. It’s quite impossible to defend yourself when you don’t even know what the accusation is that is leveled against you in such a cowardly manner. However, the accusation is serious, and the polite messenger of the accuser told me how any appeal would go, who I would have to bring that appeal to. That was a threat, however nicely delivered on behalf of the accuser.

So, here’s the challenge to the accuser: send me a copy of your communication to the one who smacked me down (ever so politely) on your behalf. No, really! Be brave! For once.

I laugh out loud again. I’ve added a “Humor” entry to both the categories and tags of this post. Truly. I laugh out loud. I have really a lot to say about the morality of positions of both candidates. I will speak of those. A lot. As I say, he has no idea what he has unleashed. It’s the last thing he wants. It’s the last thing the society of his ilk wants. I’m indebted to him, of course, for I might not have done this unless it was for his misuse of women (which irks me altogether), unless it was for his anonymity to me. Thanks, bud.

For now, it’s time for me to offer Holy Mass and set about what might be a 12 hour saga of priest stuff with another priest. Such drama! I love being a priest for Jesus. And that’s the point, right? All for Jesus.

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Personal blog censored by pro-Biden operative. I say: Bug off you ignorant coward, thug and buffoon that you are

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Fear instilled by censorship of righteous free speech as appraised in natural law, local, state and federal law, constitutional law, and the freedom of all in church law to express concerns and also be about assistance not only of the Church but also of civil society, all here in these United States of America.

But that fear is about as scary as a Jaws-Bug that could about take your finger right off, well, until you see how cowardly that bug is, how they can be captured so easily, how cowardly and bumbling and ignorant are those who would censor righteous free speech, how they can be dealt with forthwith with legal argumentation and prayer, and common sense and prayer.

I’ve been doing some consulting on being censored with really smart people and have lots of great direction and appraisals of what the results would be of any test case going up to SCOTUS, the Supreme Court of These United States. You know, all the whys and wherefores and hows and such.

Legal argumentation of censorship is all about – not so much any law – but more about the political-policy modus agendi of the IRS, the Internal Revenue Service. Taxes! They do have SWAT teams to smash down and intimidate also innocent citizens, that’s true. But it’s all political angst that they have. And they also are cowards, thugs and buffoons.

I have a lot of reading to do from the White House, a half-dozen documents from the IRS, another from the USCCB, etc. So, I digress. I’m not yet ready to respond to the censorship on a legal secular level, or even to Demoncrat operatives in the USCCB. In this preliminary post, let me conjecture about the complainant:

  1. It could be a private person, even a Catholic, say, a woman who has had many abortions and wants demoncrats to win so she’s free to sacrifice any other children to demons, or at least rationalize what she’s done in the past. Could be. I don’t know. The complaint was way too clever, way too smart. It’s not that I’ve seen the complaint. It went directly to higher ups in this land. It wasn’t personal. It wasn’t taken to me. That’s not the simple reason-less emotion of someone who aborted.
  2. It could be a demoncrat operative.  They would be much more keyed in on the use of political correctness and fear with those they deem to be cowards and sycophants to the entitled thugs and buffoons of the nation. They wouldn’t involve me. That would be brave, but they are anything but that. They are, however, street smart with the cowardly who pretend their safe spaces will protect them from this fallen world’s aggression. It won’t. I bet it’s a campaign operative.
  3. But, say it’s not. In that case, and this is at least as likely, it could be a false flag from some even more clever as a political operative in the Trump campaign. In that case, it would be to laugh long and hard, with joy and contentedness. You gotta know I’m entirely predictable, and anyone with some intel experience knows they can bait me into entrenching into writing with incisiveness by putting a the pressure on. I love working under pressure. But in this case, it’s all entertainment, for then they would know that I would know what they are up to. LOL many times over. Stay tuned.

Everything that I will say will be about two fictional politicians:

  1. A political Herod wanna-be. Herod was a disgusting murderer, killing his own family, having lusty parties at party palaces, a disgrace to the nation, to the world.
  2. Another politician that we will call Constantine.

Everything that I will say will be about two fictional political parties:

  1. The Demoncrats, who take God out of their political platform and who sacrifice the pre-born, just born and elderly to the demons of narcissism. There is no such party called Demoncrats, right? Right?
  2. The Pro Deo et Patria party, also known as the 4G0D4ALL party. ;-)

Fictional! Fake! Make-believe! Once upon a 1984! All that. I’m sure you get the idea.

So, go ahead all you censors out there. Forward this post to the IRS and all your thugs and cowardly buffoons. Have them subscribe to the blog. Have them take me to court. You have no idea what you’ve unleashed. Why’s that?

I’m been censored before by the most disgusting el-creepo some years ago. In fact, the entire blog had to come down. That’s fine. I was good with it. I knew I would learn more about the ways and means of trying to save others in the midst of hell. And I have. As I say, stay tuned. And pray a Hail Mary for all involved. Hail Mary…

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Saint John Paul on voting for maniac pro-abort politicians

I’m going a million miles an hour. Can anyone find where JPII said that voting for politicians who are out to murder the preborn, the just born and the elderly when there is an extremely viable prolife and pro free exercise of religion candidate is a crime against humanity and a mortal sin?

Also, I need a link to Trump’s executive order on politics and religion.

Urgent. Yikes!

By the way… So far today besides Mass…

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“Be the Gray Man” he said. Lessons from Laudie-dog. Just be the idiot, blood red.

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Above you’ll see Laudie-dog patrolling the impossible tunnel she’s made through the Jasmine vines, which don’t much offer her concealment while she takes in the situation of the neighborhood. After negotiating otherwise non-navigatable labyrinthine pathways, she shows herself victorious, quite content with herself, as if bragging about her over the top skill sets. Here she is, way down the fenceline in the other direction:

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The lesson, if you didn’t quite get it, is about how to be the “Gray Man”, someone who melts into the crowd unnoticed. Most people don’t get this at all. Take note that however much Laudie-dog is low-key, not drawing attention to herself, she doesn’t mind sticking out from her surroundings. I mean, she’s red, right? Take the hint about how to do the Gray Man thing the right way.

UBL (bin Laden, CIA “trained”) and his fellow terrorists were caught for trying too hard to be the Gray Man, you know, using different phones at different locations, never twice the same, so very careful. Not great training there. That was the clue: way too careful, way too gray, way too nothing. That’s tradecraft without common sense. No one does that. Ever.

Much better to be the bumbling idiot, like Laudie-dog is so very cleverly demonstrating above. No smarter dog than she. “Do the Gray Man thing” a friend suggested to me recently. Fine. But no. Yes and no. In my experience, the guy trying way too hard be the Gray Man sticks out in a crowd as if wearing a red jump suit. No, no. I’ll just play the idiot and in that way be the Gray Man… because there is always an entirely dismissable idiot or two in any crowd that everyone overlooks, because… you know… they’re just idiots.

I’m really good at it, because, you know, I have a lot of practice. It’s natural for me to be the idiot. Not being afraid to be the fool can save one’s life. I’ve done it a number of times.

Anecdote which I think I’ve mentioned before. I sometimes go out on a friend’s private back ridge somewhere in the heart of Appalachia here, doing up tactical pistol courses (FBI instructor, pre-2001 Air Marshal course, the SEAL course, and a number of LEO qualification courses for a change-up, etc.). Lots of fun. But three times a visitor came along on the opposite ridge, not so far away, who, not liking the sound of serious tactical pistol courses going on (definitely NOT just some haphazard target practice), decided to have some fun. He could see me out in the open but he was concealed. I wasn’t being the idiot while practicing, right? I was rather overt in some skill sets. I thought I was alone. “He” (I guess a male) sent some rather speedy rifle rounds my way, each of which smashed through even a half-dozen large branches in the forest. No mere AR can do that. And while those came quite close, above and to the two sides (the zoooosh sound the bullets make next to your head is rather unmistakable), he was just looking for me to – I suppose – shoot back, giving him an excuse. Running was impossible. Shooting back was impossible. I sat down right where I was, in the open and played the Hallelujah Chorus of Handel’s Messiah on my little phone speaker. The forest was dead quiet, and so that could actually be heard as if in a sound room even at a distance. I’m such an idiot. Who does that? Only an utterly dismissable idiot would do that. Must be a mistake with who this is, then. All shooting stopped. Each time. I’m such an idiot.

Be the Gray Man. To do it, don’t try too hard. Be the idiot. You’ll be utterly dismissable. I do. And I am dismissable, therefore invisible, gray, therefore still alive.

TO THE POINT: But when it comes to being the Catholic Priest, I don’t play politics. All the truth is proclaimed, always, to everyone, no matter what. If we do that, we’re not the Gray Man. We’re targets. Great. We’re idiots in the eyes of the world in that case, but this time not dismissable. As Saint John Paul II said, there have been more martyrs in this last century than in all the other centuries put together. When it comes to being Catholics, let’s not be afraid to be blood red. Not quite hidden, not quite the Gray Man:

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Bait so as to receive: how very Kryptos. Plot twist. Jesus reveals our identity.

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The picture above, taken at a parishioner’s house, is of Alex Trebek decades ago. Yes, there are re-runs of game shows from a lifetime ago. I just thought this particular scene was humorous and so took a picture of it. Sorry for using poor “Shadow” the other day as bait so as to watch the the knuckleheads show themselves. And they did. It is to laugh, out loud too.

Sorry if this is all a bit Kryptic. Some are bewildered at such Kryptesque posts that mention my “Shadow,” the guy who has been “established with secured identity” by those in DS-Rosslyn, with my own identity. The analogy for the continuing bewilderment that comes to mind is the befuddlement over seemingly entirely outrageous statements of POTUS Trump that he makes correctly but without revealing important circumstances. Like clockwork, over the space of a week or two, this exercise in baiting has the knuckleheads go full apoplectic and show themselves for who they are, and then after they make fools of themselves, good old Trump reveals the rest of the story as Paul Harvey would say. Checkmate. They know they’ve been had. In my own little world the rest of the story may or may not be revealed in this lifetime. I’m working on it, and I’m having fun while doing it, laughing all the way, even if the subject matter involves otherwise stunningly illegal arms transfers and rather shadowy characters and endless violence and loss of life. My “Shadow” might well be revealed even while exaggeratedly attempting to remain hidden, an unexpected plot twist. I digress.

This kind of entertainment – and it is just that, for me, entertainment – takes up about 0.00001% of my free time. I write about it because it’s all so stupid. It just is what it is. And I cannot, cannot, cannot write about what happens the other 99.99999% of my free time, not to mention what happens in my full-on priestly activities in confession, in spiritual direction, all that for which I actually live. Don’t get the wrong idea.

You have to know, I absolutely love being a priest, all of the priestly everything about visiting the sick, providing Last Rites, doing up funerals, and preaching!

Oh my! I love preaching. I learn about the Sacred Scriptures pretty much only while I’m preaching, that is, not so much any preparation, if any, but in the actual preaching. I’ve often spoken of this with my confessor. He has the same experience in being brought into a crushing-uplifting reverence before the Living Truth of Jesus by the Holy Spirit while preaching. I guess that’s how the Lord tells us that we’ve said enough and need to move things along, because… after that… we can get choked up, and simply not be able to say anything more. Preaching from the heart? This is more like putting one’s useless heart aside, because, look… look at that Sacred Heart of Jesus… In trying to reveal what is otherwise hidden in the Mystery of God’s love for us – plot twist – our own inadequacy otherwise hidden also to ourselves is – plot twist – revealed before the Light that comes into such darkness. Such Light! I love it, but…

This kind of thing is almost annoying. Take for instance the Consecrations at Holy Mass. I can usually get through the first, but by the second I have to battle with all my might from getting choked up in the presence of the Most Sacred Mysteries – the ultimate Kryptos – of our Lord’s ever so hidden love for us. I am a weak and useless and simple man. So, there we have it, a plot twist. Who we are, our identity, is revealed not when we claim an identity, but when we stand ever so simply before our Creator. We are revealed for who we are. Jesus strips us of our fear in which we stupidly try to hide ourselves. Fear is not an identity. Being forgiven reveals who we are before our Redeemer because He forgives by pouring into us the created presence of the Most Holy Trinity otherwise called sanctifying grace. How to say it?

“Hidden.” That’s “Kryptic.” Watch what happens the other way. The dear Lord, by way of His goodness and kindness and the Living Truth that He is, lays open our souls before His majesty. We know who we are when like the Apostle Thomas , we place our finger into the marks of the nails, and our hand into the gaping wound in His side that was made on Calvary by the sword of the Roman soldier.

Plot twist? Oh yes. And the games human beings play in this world which congratulates itself on being clever and shadowy? It is to laugh, but also to cry, for there is altogether too much game playing and violence and not enough of being drawn into the Living Sacred Mysteries of God’s Love and Truth, of Jesus, who will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire.

And if you feel lost in all this seeming convolutedness, like it’s all still too Kryptic, let some piercing eyes cut right into your very soul revealing how you stand before God, for her soul was pierced through that the thoughts of many hearts might be revealed (see Luke 2:35).

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National Purple Heart Day August 7

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Little kid then big kid trouble maker, goodness and kindness always

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George Byers Jr is the one with black curly hair wearing black with white shirt, just above center/center. Later in life from the Navy and USMC…

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Yes, that would be fully two Navy Distinguished Service Medals[!]. That would be two Distinguished Flying Crosses. Purple Heart, etc.

Other medals coming in from other countries and entities:

And then there are those coming in from the U.S. Army. They repeated the foreign and other medals (Korea and the at-that-time United Nations). However, there’s a third Distinguished Flying Cross. I like the number five for the Air Medal. That would be five in a very short period of time as he started out on being one of the craziest insane absolutely fearless get-it-done fighter-attack pilots in U.S. history. I’m guessing they lost track of numbers as time went on:

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I thank Beverly Elliot and (then) Congressman Mark Meadows (now Chief of Staff at the White House) for forcing the hand of both the Navy and then the Army for researching and providing this history of one of great American heroes, my dad.

What did I learn from dad? (1) Reverence before Jesus, whereby fear of God is the beginning of wisdom. (2) Fearlessness, whereby we are free to strive to follow good examples. (3) Zero political correctness (see both 1 and 2). (4) Service to others (see 1 and 2 and 3).

And then there’s dad’s rule number one, which he would instruct me by inserting my name in an oft repeated admonition and was pretty much his dying request of me:

“Goodness and kindness, George, Goodness and Kindness.”

I have the citation-accounts for the Navy issued Distinguished Flying Crosses. Wow. Wow. Wow. I like to know the citation-account for the Army issued DFC.

I don’t have the citation-accounts for the Navy issued Distinguished Service Medals. Those are issued by the President of the United States. Since Mark Meadows is now Chief of Staff at the White House, I should write a thanksgiving to him for having forced the DOD for the medals, but then go further and ask if he can get me the citations for the Distinguished Service Medals. There should be copies of the citations for those rarely given medals in the archives of the White House itself.

It’s good to honor one’s parents. It’s a commandment of Christ our God.

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I’ve seen this before…

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Let’s see… Oh! Yes! I remember now…

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There’s a lot riding on certain elections, right?

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Our Lady of the Snows, edition)

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Jasmine is just now coming into bloom on the patio fence. The cruciform snow will soon be drifted up in great snowbanks, with so many thousands of white crosses.

Jasmine is of the olive family. That was a surprise to me. Wikipedia also presents the etymology as “derived from the Persian Yasameen (“gift from God”) through Arabic and Latin.” In Hebrew that would be Nathaniel. In Latin: Deodatus. The Italians will often shorten that to just Donato.

I can’t think of a better flower to give to Jesus’ good mom on the anniversary of the dedication of the major basilica named after her over in Rome: Saint Mary of the Snows.

The Catholic Encyclopedia has it that in the middle of the 4th century, “during the pontificate of Liberius, the Roman patrician John and his wife, who were without heirs, made a vow to donate their possessions to the Virgin Mary. They prayed that she might make known to them how they were to dispose of their property in her honor. On 5 August, at the height of the Roman summer, snow fell during the night on the summit of the Esquiline Hill. In obedience to a vision of the Virgin Mary that they had the same night, the couple built a basilica in honor of Mary on the very spot that was covered with snow.”

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Bald Eagle sighting above the Rectory

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Standing next to the American Flag in the driveway, this is best picture I could get of a magnificent Bald Eagle. Sorry it’s not clearer. But my heart thrilled to see this representation of my own patriotic spirit.

On Eagles Wings?

  • “You have seen for yourselves how […] I bore you up on eagle wings and brought you here to myself. (Exodus 19:4)
  • “They that hope in the LORD will renew their strength, they will soar as with eagles’ wings; They will run and not grow weary, walk and not grow faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)

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Local drug lieutenant “Pablo Escobar” vs Macie-dog & Tiger-kitty

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Here’s a good picture of Macie-dog. The local neighborhood druggies threaten to smash her brains out with a rock. She’s the sweetest dog in the world. She barks only at druggies. Go figure. Macie-dog lives just across the street from me.

Behind her from this vantage point is Tiger-kitty. She’s had a rough life with only three legs. Sweetest cat in the world. I fear to ask why she only has three legs. I’ll have to make it a point to ask “Pablo Escobar”, the local neighborhood thug who dropped his illegal (to him) Bowie knife in the rectory backyard the other day while escaping multiple law enforcement agencies. “Pablo” has an extreme dislike of Doctor Dolittle, meaning, of animals.

While “Pablo” is hiding out in dark shadows, both Macie-dog and Tiger-kitty are alive and well and soaking up the sun.

  • And yes, Macie-dog is having the last laugh above.
  • And yes, Tiger-kitty is smiling in this picture.

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On wearing T-Shirts to Church: Mercy, Military, humorous Patriotism

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The above is worn by our church musician. There’s also a bit of mercy to be had:

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And then there’s humor in all truth. I totally laughed out loud when I saw this:

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I don’t see any inconsistency with any of these with each other nor with what is happening at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.

 

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Beasts of WNC. I love my parish.

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Mama bear and baby bears headed in the direction of the hermitage, about three quarters of a mile as the bear walks, right up and down a back ridge or two.

Then there’s this guy out on the front walk of Holy Redeemer church here in Andrews. Just a baby, and despite the infancy camouflage, I think this is merely an Eastern Racer:

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Then, on a Communion Call to home-bound in the time of Covid-1984, fully 16 dear. It would have been 17, but one died after getting its leg blown off last hunting season. People who have guns but who don’t know how to shoot are so very annoying. I won’t tell you where these are, except that they are within the five state area near Andrews!

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Homily: Multiplication of the Loaves – Remember the gushing blood…

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Perhaps like you never heard it presented: Remember the gushing blood…

I guess I got a bit passionate with this one. No apologies to the ever-naive. Grow up.

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Dead Man Voting: sad humor

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Shadow-dog and Laudie-dog: traumatized protectors, but happy

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Laudie-dog is her happy self. She guards the door when I’m gone, then insists, as a reward, that she come inside when I arrive back home. Happy, happy, happy! She gets pampered in every way.

She’s been traumatized by her previous owner who, it seems, shot her between the shoulder blades with bird shot when dumping her on the hermitage road to get rid of her. She’s been even more traumatized right through her younger years consequent to her maternal protection of yours truly over against bears and panthers and wolves and all that which also goes bump in the night, dark and stormy nights with dreaded thunder, which sets her to shaking. She still has nightmares.

Someone, playing dog-psychologist, said that the nightmares are all my fault, inasmuch as they continue, in that surely I don’t pamper her enough! Instead, she well knows that she is the princess. As far as I know in speaking with some of our special operators, for human beings anyway, PTSD doesn’t go away, even though in waking moments one might learn how to deal with it. I’m guessing it’s the same for dogs. Laudie-dog also knows she has help with the protection thing, that it’s not on her anymore. Enter Shadow-dog:

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And, yes, he’s had a number of baths and some brushing events a few times since this picture was taken. And his collar got a good scrubbing, and his new rabies shot tag was added to the collar. He’s a strictly outside dog now. He guards the door while I’m gone along with Laudie-dog, but also patrols the fence-line. Although he’s been shot a good four times with a pellet gun, and his dog house was shot with a 9mm bullet, that’s only made him more confident in his abilities to face anything. If Laudie-dog is the princess, Shadow-dog is simply the king. I’m the “alpha” only until there’s trouble, and then he unceremoniously literally knocks me out of the way so that I’m fully behind him. Amazing. I’m grateful to have him.

Did I mention that he can put his jaws entirely around the entire head of Laudie-dog? All in play, mind you. That’s not at all scary to Laudie-dog. Instead, it’s the other way around. She knows that Shadow-dog can fully take care of any situation which comes up. She can relax. Not that she does. Fairly recently I’ve seen her raise her Rhodesian Lion-Dog Ridgeback four-inch wide, shoulders to tail ridge, which stood straight up. I’ve only seen that just the one time when a pit-bull was threatening. She won, actually scaring the pit-bull. :-)

Laudie-dog comes in at 45 pounds. Shadow-dog comes in more than twice that, at 95 pounds. He could easily be 120 pounds or more and still be trim, but the Vet said to keep him a bit on the thinner side, as a dog his size is much happier when light on his feet, and it also helps perhaps to delay any hip dysplasia later in life.

Both dogs are rescues, but not really.

  • Laudie-dog adopted me. I think my guardian angel directed her my way going on ten years ago. We’ve been great friends since.
  • Shadow-dog was arranged for me by friends in the police and firefighters. He was just a pup and needed a home. They brought me over to pick him up at the house of someone who couldn’t take care of him. The school cafeteria couldn’t keep feeding him, liability and all that.

“The LORD God formed out of the ground various wild animals and various birds of the air, and he brought them to the man to see what he would call them; whatever the man called each of them would be its name. The man gave names to all the cattle, all the birds of the air, and all the wild animals.” (Genesis 2:19-20)

Both Laudie-dog and Shadow-dog have the same nick-name: GOOOOD DAAAWG!

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