[Update at end of post.] Let me address this directly to Fr Basil Hutsko’s attacker since he cannot but look himself up on the internet and he will come across this post for sure. He’s in hiding right now, but he surely can’t resist revisiting his now FBI investigated hate crime to see what a hero he is in his own eyes. ///
Hello there buddy! Welcome to ariseletusbegoing.com blog! I’m sure Fr Basil Hutsko forgives you wholeheartedly and hopes that you turn to the Lord and learn some forgiveness by being forgiven. I’m sure that any priest worthy of the name in Jesus’ mercy (and that’s the vast, vast, vast majority) also hold out forgiveness to you, as do I. Hey, you want absolution? I’ll give it to you. An easy penance too. And, guaranteed, I’ll keep the Seal of Confession as I don’t want to go to hell. Your secret’s good with me.
What’s that? You say you have nothing for which to be forgiven? That you’re a self-appointed savior of these United States? Of the world? That religion is holding you back from your plans for the world, holding you back from everyone hailing you as god?
What’s that? You say that your supremacist leanings, your pride in your vigilantism over against entire classes of people, priests, overrules your narcissism of self-preservation, so that as the self-congratulatory adrenaline rush that pumped you up for your attack of Fr Basil Hutsko from behind is wearing off, you’re already replacing that with another adrenaline rush in planning another attack even while you’re easily escaping notice of the FBI. Ooo! Exciting! You’re coming out of hiding to take a look at another brand new church campus still devoid of cameras like the too new buildings of Fr Basil Hutsko. Nice neighborhood, by the way, middle to upper middle class with manicured lawns and all things immaculate. It was easy to take in the habits of campus life. Watching people. Watching the priest. Schedules. When things will be easy for you, supremacist that you are, needing things to be… you know… easy.
But I see that you’re not only hiding – Ooo! So smart! So careful! – but in your last attack you’ve made sure not to leave any fingerprints behind, not on the door handles, not on the floor. I mention the floor because, as a coward, you came up behind the random priest whose church you cased out. You knocked him to the floor and you smashed his head against the floor, causing him to go unconscious. That kind of smashing can easily kill someone. And then, there you are, one knee down on the floor, exhausted not only with the activity but from the adrenaline rush. You put your hand to the floor to help yourself get back up. I bet you were wearing gloves. What a coward. Am I making you angry yet? Careful, anger causes mistakes! But you’re in control, aren’t you? ;-)
What’s that you say? You’re young enough to just stand or put your hand to your own knee? I doubt that. Before the priest went unconscious you stated your motivation, taking a sample priest out of all priests, regardless of innocence or guilt, saying: “This is for the children.” Yes, that’s what the bishops have been saying for decades as they likewise refused to grant any due process to the priests throats they slit, paying settlements for accusations before the priest knew about it and without knowing names or specifics, the priest being removed for life while the middle-aged and elderly accuser in their fifties or sixties or seventies gets heaps of money. It’s the bishops fault, I know, giving you a bad example to follow so that you don’t grant due process either.
Sorry, but, no. A young person just isn’t going to say “This is for the children.” That’s a refined ideological perspective of someone, say, about the same age as the Las Vegas mass shooter, the age of someone who, psychologically, is able to think that he is in control of taking control of society, the power of control. Power. The abuse of power. How ironic. Irony is ever-present, buddy. Did I nail you down? Are you not as in complete control as you would like to think? Am I making you confused, out-of-control, frustrated, angry? That means that you don’t mind putting yourself at risk. You don’t mind being a little overconfident, a little too at risk of making a mistake, of being caught out. After all, if you keep it up, like you already intend to do – as sociopaths do – you’ll be famous! You’re the one!
So, let me go ahead and compliment you. You’re not like the guy in South Carolina killing off African Americans at a Bible study. That guy was only interested in starting something, a movement, a war. He was pretty humble about it all. But you? You’re not that way. You want to do it all yourself. You want to go after this individual, then another, innocence or guilt doesn’t matter. The category matters: priests, all priests, priests because they are priests. That’s why it’s important that you’re faceless, hidden, unlike that other guy who didn’t do anything whatsoever constructive. You’re totally different than that guy. You’ll keep going, building up news stories, all glamorous, all glory, super-glory. Finally, you won’t mind being taken out by the FBI in mid-attack for your prejudicial hate crimes, because it will be ultra-super-glorious: the power of glory! He went down in a hail of bullets, like Bonnie and Clyde! And it’s – Ooo! – an adrenaline rush!
Glamorous! Just think! That can be you! You’ll be a hero! Even more than you are now! You say that you’re doing this for those who have had an abuse of power smashed down upon them, so you do the same thing, you smash down an innocent exemplar of a class of people for the sake of your narcissistic vindictiveness. You took him down from behind, rendering him unconscious. And when he was unconscious… Am I making you angry yet? You’re just the same as those who, unlike this innocent priest, actually were guilty. Right? Right?
Tell you what, why don’t we reason this out together, face to face. It’s difficult to reason with a sociopath like you, and by definition sociopaths cannot be reasoned with, but – Hey! – I’ll give it a try. I’d rather you take advantage of that little bit of a graced chance that you can come to confession, be repentant, be open to receiving an absolution fruitfully. Sorry, but, you know, all that stuff above… well… I had to get your attention. But now that I have it, seriously, come on down and let’s have a face to face chat about this, about how we can change things in the culture, the whole narcissism thing, the whole tender snowflake entitlement mentality thing, the whole violence bully might makes right thing, the whole reject religion so as to make oneself god and savior of society thing, the whole lurch toward death and forever rotting in death thing. After all, what Jesus did to take our place, the innocent for the guilty, to have the right in his own justice to have mercy on us, is a mercy based on justice more powerful than even your sin, your abuse of cowardly get-the-innocent-from-behind abuse of power thing. Because, you know, you’re not the one. Jesus is the One. He’s the only One. His forgiveness is yours for the asking. Let yourself have the joy of hearing it: “I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of…” Hear it for real. Do it.
But, tell you what. Don’t come to my little church. You’ll be seen. I’ve got good neighbors at the church. So, instead, come to the rectory. I don’t want to give you away. I mean, if you’re coming to Confession, which I’ll assume, always hoping for the best, being Pope Francis’ Missionary of Mercy – after all! – I’m not going to bait you for mercy and then use that against you. No. So, come to think of it, don’t come to the rectory either, I’ve got good neighbors there too. And dogs. And surveillance. Tell you what. Come to the hermitage. You can follow me out on Tuesday morning. I’ll make it easy for you. I’ll leave my rectory on Tuesday, 28 August 2018 at 6:15 AM. I’m in Andrews, N.C. Here’s what Sassy the Subaru 2016 Forester looks like. I’m making it easy for you:
No need to give yourself away in following. Just watch from the side of the road on any of the 50 mile stretch between Andrews and Sylva. Then, over the space of weeks, see what happens from there. Within a short amount of time you’ll find the hermitage. Tuesday mornings only. Spread it out over a number of Tuesdays. It’s the day off. The FBI would never have the patience, resources, or will to do this. Finally, when you see me pull into a driveway into the forest, back up and park up on the National Forest road that you’ll see not far away and walk in. You’ll hear me for miles around doing some target practice. Don’t worry, I’m not going to shoot you. I only carry for self-defense. And if you’re coming for an absolution – Hey! – it’s all good. You’ll be fine. Look forward to seeing you. Don’t bother with the first Tuesday of October, however, as I won’t be going to the hermitage. I look forward to seeing you within the next few weeks. When you’re coming up on me, however, it’s best to announce yourself, calling out my name to make sure you’ve got the right person: “Father Geeooorge! Father Geeooorge!” That’ll work. This is my way of being Pope Francis’ Missionary of Mercy. Check out the “About“ page on the menu at the top of this blog for a picture of yours truly. That way you can verify who it is that you’ll see at the hermitage. The details of this offer will have to be changed coming up, as the hermitage is being sold with property that it’s on. So, that will be the end of my day off there. So, hurry! Now’s your chance!
Update: the purpose of this post is to stop this guy. He won’t take me on and taking on another priest would humiliate him which is not an option for a narcissist sociopath. His option is to repent. I won’t see him for that either because then he can see any priest.