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Keto Day 13: Humor for Jabba the Hut

Starting Keto day 13 and 10.1 pounds have taken a hike. Probably water weight, but ketosis did begin the day after beginning.

I’m having a great time with this diet as it gives me a chance to express the sometimes OCD aspect of fallen human nature: “Where am I with my actual numbers so far today vs my macros?” That’s all checked any number of times during the day. But at the beginning of the day those macros are recalculated after weighing myself and then my recalculating Body Mass Index. The macros change but little, but – hey! – those little changes add up and make for a lot of positive feedback.

It’s also good to get some real encouragement from others. That comes because I complain: “Some people go out of their way to convince me to break my diet.” It’s either the “Keto diets are dangerous!” approach, or the “I’ve made something really nice for you to eat!” approach. But then encouragement comes in from others: “No, you do what you need to do. Stick to your diet. Ignore them.” Good to hear. It’s surprising the persistence of those who don’t want your success. Maybe that’s because they should be doing something about dieting as well. But I digress, though not really, as sticktoitedness is key.

As to the humor: I was Keto food shopping at the local supermarket and was having a conversation about Keto and “grass fed butter” at the butter section of the dairy section with one of my parishioners. It was a pretty lively discussion, rambunctious enough that a lady of unknown acquaintance pushed her shopping cart into the midst and declared with the most gorgeous Southern accent I ever heard with an equally pleasant smile, yet with incisive humor:

  • “Glory be! I ain’t not never heard a no grass fed butter, grass fed cows maybe, but no grass fed butter.”

Hahaha! It’s good to have some humor about this kind of thing.

Meanwhile, a parishioner supplied me with some fish, and another parishioner (the same in the story above) gave gave me part of a cow he had slaughtered. Mmm mmm. I love Keto.

Meanwhile, the goal of Keto for me is not to go from the obese Jabba the Hut to the slender Chewbacca, but rather to be the Lord’s good guard-donkey-priest of the Lord’s little flock that He wants me to be (noting, always, that wolves and coyotes and foxes are all good to eat on any Keto menu):

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Arrest mugshot PD Ride-Along DOC Humor: Then some remembrance…

O.K., so it should be obvious that these are not real mugshots, what with glasses, a heap of hospital and nursing home and Police Ride-Along and otherwise volunteer tags hanging around my neck, etc. Note also, there is no DOC superimposed metadata, and no underlying metadata other than from a handheld phone by arresting LEO (of the actual suspect!). Note also the POV of the LEO. This is not the stationary camera of the DOC but a handheld phone (note the different heights).

Perhaps I protesteth too much. Hahaha.

But it’s good to have a bit of humor going on, leading up to and coming out of whatever situations.

There are other times which are carried in one’s heart and soul, always and at all times. Humor does not lift one out of the reality of the times in which we live, but rather, humor puts an edge, on the one hand, on the absurdity of crime and and violence, and, on the other hand, humor also puts an edge on the dedication and prompt service of our public safety officers which they accomplish regardless of the risk they take.

Lest we forget, this is in Las Vegas some years ago, but this is representative of so very many similar situations that can happen at any time, anywhere, to any officers who are serving us all:

The LEOs I know have extraordinary skills in deescalation. People sometimes wonder why it is that officers cannot deescalate all situations. Sometimes, as in the situation recounted in the video above, any skills in deescalation are useless. One is thrown immediately into an active critical incident situation with only nanoseconds to respond. What we see in the video above is officers running into critical incident danger. Two die. Would you and I be so very ready to do the same? Lord, help us.

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Dear Lord: things that make me laugh – “Hold my beer!” Hahahahaha!

“HOLD MY BEER!”

There’s all sorts of theories about laughter.

  1. For some it can indicate an appreciation of our sudden knowledge of any lack of appreciation we have for irony, which is an entirely joyful experience. I pity those who are not humble enough to be open to what is also an occasion of great joy in the Holy Spirit. G.K. Chesterton once quipped that without a sense of irony one cannot even begin to be a Christian. Just take a look at Jesus on the Cross, taking on the  justice we deserve so that He might have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us.
  2. For others, who tend to be way over-analytic and controlling and have an internet degree in psychobabble, laughter is an embarrassing confession of guilt about whatever the subject inducing the laughter happens to be. But it is precisely that kind of overbearing person, note the biting irony, who can bring out a nervous laughter in others, those others laughing at the irony of such a bully trying to show off as the always being the most balanced person in the room. Such monsters never laugh. Liberals never have any fun.

This History Guy video on Tommy Fitzpatrick made me laugh. You have to know that my dad and Tommy were very much like each other, including the drink (ooooh! “drink!”). The only difference is that I don’t think dad ever ended up in the slammer for his piloting antics. Or maybe I just didn’t hear those stories. I also remember the Ash Wednesday when dad stopped drinking and smoking cold turkey. All of a sudden we had buckets of Werther’s sugar free hard caramels and a thousand varieties of sugar free hard candies to be found at home, at his office, in the cars, on camping trips.

So, what’s funny about all this, enough to make one laugh? It hits home because I don’t drink in dad’s honor, and I love Werther’s sugar free hard caramels. Dad found his strength in going to daily Mass. He’s a hero to me. I suppose psychobabblers would just say that I’m an alcoholic just waiting to happen. The biting irony is that:

  • I admit that I’m a sinner in any way just waiting to happen, as in: “There but for the grace of God go I,” but I’m asking Jesus that I not follow that graceless life because of God’s grace, and only because of God’s grace.
  • The psychobabblers who disdain the rest of humanity from on high, it being that they are better than all others, don’t at all appreciate the grace of God coming from the One who, in their opinion, was obviously guilty of all crimes, hanging as He did upon a tree. And then they end up being the ones who crucify Him.

Does God laugh? Here are a couple of examples:

  • But the Lord will laugh them to scorn (Wisdom 4:18) [and if you Protesteth too much about the Book of Wisdom in and of itself, try this…]
  • But the Lord laughs at them (Psalm 37:13)

Here’s the deal, I’m the son of my father. Throughout my life, to this day, if there’s anything I would like to do and someone says I can’t do  it and it’s even remotely in my wheelhouse – and it’s moral and legal – that’s what you’ll find me doing, damn the torpedoes. In other words, to quote somebody:

“HOLD MY BEER!”

By the way and to the point: I’m having a rather incisive back and forth with someone – um – rather important, about issues affecting the entire Church. A Hail Mary, please, and, again:

“HOLD MY BEER!”

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“Were you arrested, Father George?” Karaoke and Law Enforcement…

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  • Father George: “Hey, Father Gordon, guess what I did for the first time in my life last night.”
  • Father Gordon: “What’s that, Father George?”
  • Father George: “I did Karaoke! Two songs!”
  • Father Gordon: [deadpan voice] “Were you arrested?” [as such a bad voice is so offensive it should, of course, be outlawed]
  • Father George: “No, no. The first song I did was with one of our Police Officers, already some eight years in the Navy and still keeping up with training as he’s in the Reserves. Great singer. I think he gets some voice-time on patrol. (See the picture above). The other song was with him again, but this time adding a deputy retired after twenty five years with the Sheriff’s Department up in Milwaukee.” (See the picture below).

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There were some two dozen present. Lots of food. Lots of drink. I had Ginger Ale, though I have nothing against responsible consumption. The easiest song to sing had but one word, “Tequila!”

The Karaoke controller’s wife had the most difficult song with an impossible range. She did great. Being from the Philippines where Karaoke is ubiquitous and continuous, she’s had plenty of practice, though I must say the cop has got quite the range as well, as well as a friend of theirs who I thought might have to try out for America’s Got Talent.

Johnny Cash songs were the most popular. Lots of older stuff. And we had two languages going on. A Mexican couple did the obligatory La Bamba and their family did quite a number of songs, with their daughter also singing in English.

If you must know, the ones yours truly participated in are “You bring me back to life”

and then, from way back in the day, Buffalo Springfield’s “For what it’s worth.”

I hesitate to put up the videos they took of us singing, as I’ve already been trounced by the trolls for my obvious lack of dancing ability as well:

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Is humor forbidden? Is making others laugh outlawed? Is having a good time with friends the most terrible sin? Didn’t Jesus come eating and drinking? Are we all John the Baptist? What did Jesus say about Wisdom’s children?

O.K. So, here’s a few seconds of each song.

This is a post tagged as humor, so, there it is. Hahaha.

When people say that this is NOT the time for humor, the situation is dire. “We must be more serious!” they say. — Well, when people say that, that’s precisely the time to have some humor.

Are there not plenty of saints who, when asked what they would do if they knew that the world would be ending in ten minutes, their answer was “I would continue to do whatever it is that I was already doing, for it is a worthy occupation also in the spiritual life when whatever we do is done in the Lord and for Him.”

“But Reverend Father Byers! Reverend Father Byers! Haven’t we had enough of humanizing the priesthood already?!”

Nope. Not at all. Actually, there’s been way too much putting priests on pedestals, literally, up the steps of the high altar where the high altar and tabernacle have been done away with so that we have a new “god,” you know, those priests who think they are better than the Most Holy Trinity, thinking they can change the truth of doctrine and morality when the Most Holy Trinity cannot do that. Heck with all that rubbish. Jesus is the one. He’s the only one. Time for priests to be HUMAN, however much they are laudably dedicated to Jesus, the Divine High Priest. We ordained priests are nothing, and we had better get out of the way of Jesus so that Jesus’ priesthood with His love and His truth is manifested through us.

Do I obscure Jesus by a bit of a few minutes of singsong, by a few seconds (literally) of dance? I should hope not. I’m guessing that that would not be my fault, but the fault of those who are just overflowing with condemnation always and everywhere for everyone, but themselves.

It’s precisely the humor that can bring people in, by inviting to them, you know, while at the same time not abandoning truth and justice. Actually, one can insist on truth and justice more when one is also appropriately humorous.

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It’s an alien! And it’s not even Area 51!

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In Nevada (with each “a” pronounced like the second “a” in “area”), the U.S. Air Force has appropriately set up a Test and Training Range. They call it Area 51.

Let’s see:

  • Air Force – stuff in the air for use of force
  • Test range – meaning cool and new and unforeseen stuff

That would make for that which, by definition, are unidentified flying objects.

Strange how all these UFOs turn up in a military testing range. If I were a smarty alien I wouldn’t try landing in a place that by definition wants to know how to shoot you down.

Strange also, as Father Gordon MacRae has pointed out many times… Strange how we look for alien life when we kill so many of our own in the womb, just born, or elderly, or just to do it.

My response to to the music loving, drinking, drugging, violent hippies is… is…

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Ooops! My Bishop reads local newspaper

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The bishop of the Diocese of Charlotte was out to the parish for Confirmations the other day. He picked up the local paper to have a look see. He’s much more perceptive than yours truly. He showed me the front page, bottom fold, chuckling at what will surely be the maelstrom of confusion that I’ll be confronting today and tomorrow:

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Here’s the deal: Saint William Catholic Church is in the town of Murphy, while Holy Redeemer Catholic Church is in the town of Andrews. Hahaha.

I’ve heard it said that sucking the brains out of mudbugs is some good eat’n’, you know, with hot pepper powder shakers as big as a swamp rat, um, as big as a “nutria.” Truth be told, I just eat the tails…

I’ve never been to one of these local fests, so I don’t know if there will also be jambalaya, gumbo, boudin and other assorted Cajun delights, perhaps some alligator meat cooked below ground. This fest only started up in the last few years with a Cajun guy moving into the area and bringing some of the bayou culture to these back ridge mountains. I also don’t know if there will be any Cajun music…

The Cajuns I know introduced me to a perhaps saint-to-be, little Charlene Marie Richard. Back in the day, I hunted down the little graveyard where she’s buried (she died before I was born), and said a prayer for her and then asked her intercession. She has quite the story. I also learned about a now beatified Redemptorist priest, Blessed Francis Xavier Seelos. The persecuted Cajuns have much to offer.

For them to be called Cajuns, les Cadiens, les Acadiens, was considered an insult by the name callers, though there is nothing derogatory about it. Quite the contrary. But the tone of voice implied disdain. It’s that they were Catholic. That was the problem. That was always the cause for which they were thrown out of France and persecuted right down the American eastern seaboard until they arrived in the back bayous and no one cared much to run after them while also facing fierce swamp beasts.

We are, of course, happy for their arrival, not only in Louisiana, but here in Cherokee County. I think I’ll wander down to Saint William’s Catholic Church IN MURPHY today.

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Devil Dog’s Son, Fr Byers: ironic proof

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Yours truly on a day-off, of sorts. Smiling and what all. The gall. A snake-handler preacher man ruint with longevity. Way too snarky. Having waaaay tooooo much fun. And who ever heard of a day off for a priest anyway? Sounds demonic. Anyone who casts out Satan must be doing this by Satan, and is a devil himself, a downright snake in the grass. And… and… I’m the Son of a Devil Dog. So, that seals it.

VMFA 312 Marine Fighter Attack Pilot Devil Dog six 50 cals

While the USMC in general has a nickname of Devil Dogs, dad was a commander of the Checkerboard Marine Fighter Attack Squadron of gullwing F4U Corsairs (VMFA 312) each sporting six 50 Cals and having the logo of a Devil Dog carrying the same. But the idea that the Marines are Devil Dogs isn’t that they are demonic. Here’s a one minute recruiting commercial about that:

The idea of extreme violence of a Devil Dog is not that goodness and kindness and truth are suppressed. No no. Instead, it is to bring goodness and kindness and truth to those who are happy to receive it even if it means battling in hell to do it, and looking, for that reason, finally coming out of hell, very much like the devil himself for having fought battles in hell over against the devil, that serpent who, for all his bluster, has been vanquished by Christ. I mean, isn’t it true that Christ Jesus looked demonically criminal on the Cross for having battled all of that hell that was broken out all at once against Him on Calvary?

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One of the greatest defeats of contemporary mankind is the loss of a sense of irony. We don’t see behind the truths plainly spoken to see… the truth! What to do when we are just learning to live with Him who is Truth, but who for all intents and purposes and constructions looks to be Untruthfulness. He did that for our sake, by the way, laying down His life for us, the Innocent for the guilty, so that He might have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us. I might have said that once or twice before… ;-) Jesus is very much the Devil Dog Himself. You don’t think so? A blasphemy you say? Let’s review something I’ve many times posted, but not in a while. It bears a re-reading. We MUST get a sense of irony back if we are to be Christian, if we are to have a sense of identity, a solid base from which to work, that is, a oneness with Christ Jesus, Himself Irony Incarnate, as it were, so to speak, a Devil Dog. Let’s turn to the great historian Hilaire Belloc once again, for, after all, we bear the burden of being naive, or, as he says, “young”, “pure”, “ingenuous”, so easily thrown into fear, unthinking, cowardly fear. Enough of that! Behold: irony!

hilaire belloc“To the young, the pure, and the ingenuous, irony must always appear to have a quality of something evil, and so it has, for […] it is a sword to wound. It is so directly the product or reflex of evil that, though it can never be used – nay, can hardly exist – save in the chastisement of evil, yet irony always carries with it some reflections of the bad spirit against which it was directed. […] It suggests most powerfully the evil against which it is directed, and those innocent of evil shun so terrible an instrument. […] The mere truth is vivid with ironical power […] when the mere utterance of a plain truth labouriously concealed by hypocrisy, denied by contemporary falsehood, and forgotten in the moral lethargy of the populace, takes upon itself an ironical quality more powerful than any elaboration of special ironies could have taken in the past. […] No man possessed of irony and using it has lived happily; nor has any man possessing it and using it died without having done great good to his fellows and secured a singular advantage to his own soul.” [Hilaire Belloc, “On Irony” (pages 124-127; Penguin books 1325. Selected Essays (2/6), edited by J.B. Morton; Harmondsworth – Baltimore – Mitcham 1958).]

If there’s any proof that I’m a Devil Dog, it’s that I love such irony in the face of my being the most naive, the “youngest”, the “purist”, the most “ingenuous”, the most stupid idiot in the world, unable to appreciate such truths until they smack me down with such extreme violence that I gotta pay attention. It’s like Thomas the doubting Apostle. I’m forced to put my finger into the holes the nails made in the hands and feet of Christ. I’m forced to put my hand into the side of Christ, where I touch that beating heart, still pierced open. “My Lord and my God,” I blurt out. The irony is, I’m the absolute last person who would ever say that. Not me. I’m the one who put those wounds there. But the truth, “vivid with ironical power”, shines the light, and makes me a Devil Dog too. Thank you Jesus, you who want to make us all Devil Dogs.

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Recently behind the scenes of the blog

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Thanks to a combination of various services running overseas, I’m able to make some observations about those hacking into the admin section of the blog, the behind the scenes part of what it takes to make any blog work. I’m guessing all such hackers are benevolent, but I don’t know that. What they do with this or that particular hack, well, I have no idea. But I do see them at work. Kind of like the metadata of hacking hackers.

One particular reader / hacker / analyst / humint baiter and all-around good person by all accounts, used “invisibility cloaking” (in layman’s terms) a bit more than usual, then, if I’m correct on the who’s who thing, that person tested posting posts under my name. “Hmmm….” thought I. Perhaps it was just a mistake whilst perusing or perhaps adjusting some drafts or older posts, or simply writing entirely new posts under my name. I mean, I do have to wonder sometimes. Kind of weird. Anyway. I have little time for that. It’s all in the “Whatever!” bucket.

Anyway, I did NOT notice recent activity as far as someone else fraudulently publishing on the blog under my name as it all happened too quickly and then disappeared before I even knew it happened. But a good friend with a lot of sense and fairly good tech skills happened to be visiting the blog at just the time it happened, and then sent me a gently sarcastic text: “Now you see it, now you don’t.” After a few more texts back and forth – ascertaining that this person only goes to the top-front-page of the blog and not to archived posts, we then had a phone conversation. It became clear that something is up with a third party testing out some sort of fakery. The person who alerted me to this is a good friend, a loyal friend, absolutely trustworthy, with no reason whatsoever to misrepresent anything to me, ever.

So, this incident can be added to the “Just. Wow.” incidents I’ve been noticing these past number of weeks. Since I don’t think the person behind this incident is in any way nefarious, I also put all this under “Humor.” But it’s also without my permission…

To be continued…

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Escalating De-escalation: Police Fun “Antifa” = Anti-Everything Fascism

  • Mike the Cop says: “At the recent straight pride parade, Boston area departments turned on their sirens to drown out the nonsense of “antifa” (unknown who actually claimed to be from the group) trying to disrupt the event. At least 36 leftist protesters were arrested for violence because apparently “tolerance” is only tolerance if you agree with THEM. What an awesome troll.”

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Meme: “Only good priests allowed!”

These sticky notes with the meme “Only good priests allowed!” are showing up everywhere people think I might happen to show up, at medical institutions, at the parish office… Hahaha.

It’s my fault entirely. Every time before providing in whatever homily any kind of encouragement whatsoever to be in humble thanksgiving before our Lord who is ever so patient with us, you know, for His drawing us by His grace, for example, to a purity of heart and agility of soul, every time, mind you, I’m forever saying that I myself am evil and bad and think like the worst of the worst. In other words, if the Lord can smack me down in whatever way such that I might howsoever look to Him, then He can do this for others as well.

About these sticky notes, here’s the deal: the more evil and bad a priest knows himself to be, that is, the more honest he is about what he would be like if he were to be without the grace of God, that’s precisely how much he is able (by grace, mind you) to get out of the way of Jesus so that Jesus, the High Priest, might be evident.

“Only good priests allowed”? That’s mis-phrased. How about: “Only The Good Priest, Jesus, allowed!” I entirely agree, because I know that, of myself, I’m just sooo evil and sooo bad. :-)

If anyone thinks this is a bit over the top, I suggest taking a look at the last bits of Saint Patrick’s Breastplate. This is a legitimate prayer, a valid hope to have, to live by.

 

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SGT Henry Felsen USMC: “The flak was so thick…”

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2019-07-29 · 1:38 pm

Shapeshifter Bernie-burned by “USA”

Gazillionaire Bernie wanting everyone waiting in line for a crumb of bread – a good thing in his own words – getting burned by USA. Sorry, but I laughed out loud. A lot.

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Penance for Sacramental Confession

A lady was recounting to her friend the penance she received in Confession, very happy that it was almost completed.

“Father […] gave me a Decade of the Rosary.”

Then she added:

“It’s great, because I have only one year to go!”

Hahaha.

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Mothers Day in Appalachia [humor]

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This week’s regional mountain newspaper had a full page add at the end of the first section with a Happy Mothers Day! theme, with the most pictured product for moms being guns. Yikes! Those are all smallish guns, even the 48 is lighter than the 19. But that doesn’t mean they are any less lethal. Kind of humorous, but not.

Giving these as a gift? Hmm. No. Not unless mom is already a gunslinger and specifically wants this or that gun for carry. If she’s not a gunslinger already, then this would be a much bigger deal than the tote bags, scented candles and coffee mugs also advertised.

There’s the transfer from the giver to mom, which is a big deal itself in some places. Then, to conceal carry, there’s the qualification and the course, which can be as expensive as the gun, by the way. There’s the fingerprinting which itself can be problematic if one is older. Then there can be what amounts to months of local background checks, and thorough investigations by the State Bureau of Investigation and the Federal Bureau of Investigation and other lengthy investigations, including from your physician and any care facilities mom may have ever in her life been checked into. Does mom want to do that? Good for her if she does, so that she can protect her kids and herself all the better.

But just remember, this is a lifestyle, meaning that you have to study the law, your local statutes, county statutes, state law, federal law, all of which is always in a state of flux.

You have to study deescalation, learn to live with situational awareness, practice the avoidance of problems. It means having a good psychology, a kind of unflappableness, the ability to remain calm even when adrenaline is pumping in critical incidents.

One has to know the best ammo for carry (hint: not FMJ), and how to carry and how to carry oneself and why. One’s wardrobe choices may have to radically change.

Importantly, one must get range time, regularly, making sure fundamentals of grip and stance and trigger pull are down cold always, making sure one is quick and agile, instead of being so slow as to invite an aggressor to just take your gun and shoot you and the kids with it. Having said that, it can be done, but mom must be a willing and enthusiastic participant, occasionally even going to scenario training, etc.

Also, just to say, the gift giver to mom has to follow up with literally tons of ammo as the years click by. And then there’s the gun safe, and holsters, and… and… So, don’t think you’re just giving a gun. This is an ongoing investment in life.

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Maybe the phone’s tapped…

Lot’s of people calling me are complaining that it takes me too long to answer the phone. I answer straightaway. But for the last number of weeks, yes, all is awry for another five to ten seconds, sometimes causing the impatient to hang up. Who knows what that’s all about. Surely anyone with any phone-tapping ability would be better at it than all that. Or not. Anecdote time! …

Back in the day, in another parish far away, a phone company truck had its cherry picker up in the nest of wires of a phone land-line exchange box on the top of a phone-pole outside the rectory. One of the workers who had a job with the phone company was an employee and had the truck for the day. He had another four guys or so with him. He was an extremely vociferous enemy as I had been standing up for the safety of the African Americans in the parish and he didn’t like that one bit. They were up working on the wires for it seemed a good hour. I went out to watch them and was attempting to be very friendly.

Forever after that “fixing”, I would pick up the phone at the first ring or two and start talking with the person who called. But the phone was still ringing. Not my phone, but another phone somehow on that call, really loud. We would listen, confused as to what was happening, until some obviously older guy would pick up the phone all out of breath, not saying anything, just listening. Amateurs! I thought it was kind of funny. People all around town did too. I got lots of reports that my phone calls were being listened to all around town.

People are so funny. It is to laugh. And I do. ;-)

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Blocked! I’m suspicious! It is to laugh. So: *Whateevveerr…*

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Not the first time. I can’t count the times with various blogs through the years. The note speaks of phishing and generically of “internet security” and it is not said if the blocking was by way of algorithm or by human intervention, meaning that it can be flagged because of ideological perspectives whether directly or by a thusly tweaked algorithm. Whateevveerr…

I do know that there has been quite a precise interest in a recent post on toxic clouds the other day, you know, by certain agencies. Whateevveerr…

I do know that firstly youtube and immediately after google (linex) [always in that order and in that way] have shown quite a precise interest in a certain recent post on the Congressional grilling of their CEO the other day. Whateevveerr…

At the same time, weirdly, I got a “scam call” with an odd menu, which I just ignored until, in like three more seconds, it hung up. What makes that one particular call among zillions of such calls is that my phone was set to total silence for the sake of not being disturbed at Holy Mass. No notifications. No ringing for calls. Nothing. But it rang for that call. Looking for an oral comment? Whateevveerr… Just a bug inside the phone, I’m sure. “He’s cute!” ;-)

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This guy was climbing the church walls. He must be the bug in the system of my phone.

Also, weirdly, at the same time, I got a note on privacy setting changes for just one account I haven’t used or even accessed for like seven years (and that I totally forgot about) that I created specifically to comment on a friend’s blog called jihadwatch something like ten years ago. It has an email address that I also used to bait terrorists and terrorist funding organizations at that time, but not since. That was good recreation. I learned a lot about the Qur’an from the perspective of terrorists as well. I used that for my ecclesiastical thriller novel Jackass for the Hour. I know, I have to get back to that. Anyway, with that account, I learned just how it is that I could easily work up relationships with the worst of the worst. And while people might know the exterior details of that, it’s quite another thing to know the why of it all. That takes something else than mere analysis. Anywhere, whenever you get privacy setting changes for just one of many, it seems that it’s a CYA move on a provider’s part for liberality of actions to the contrary which they’ve already taken. Whateevveerr… I’m sure whoever reads all of that will be inspired.

As I say, my life is an open book. Whateevveerr…

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Toxic-gas clouds zipping over WNC from Oak Ridge research corridor?

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It’s fun to have a good imagination. Let’s play “What if?”

These pictures were taken late afternoon 13 December 2018. Moving relatively quickly. Note, above, how the other surrounding, higher clouds, move away from the darker clouds in a circular fashion, pushed away by the darker clouds below. That‘s an indicator that something serious is amiss. The darker clouds aren’t dropping, but rather moving over the terrain. I’m guessing that the length of this event, from nearer to farther away, just of the darker stuff, is about a mile all told. Give it a couple of miles for the spreading of the upper clouds. Give it more for whatever effect on the ground. Remember, these are moving relatively quickly. I was really fumbling to get my camera in traffic as I didn’t want to just let them fly by. They are roiling and boiling but staying together.

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At first glance I thought these were clouds of trillions of starlings. If you’ve ever seen the shows they put on – common in Rome, Italy – you would know what I mean. But these didn’t have the ever changing shapes of starling acrobatics. You’ll notice that there seems to be a more concentrated opaque center of the “clouds” with a weird semi-transparent “net” – if you will – draped over the opaqueness. But, let’s look closer:

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The outer “net” is not liquid, like rain, as it defies gravity, and equally surrounds the center both below and above, all around, like roiling boiling fumes, not H20 based, with H20 opaqueness, but more like gasoline fumes that roil and boil and are transparent, providing a more blotchy appearance. What you’re looking at is not the wispiness of H20 clouds, but the the messiness of roiling boiling fumes. Let’s tweak the raw picture a bit to make it darker:

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This is just 50 miles as-the-toxic-cloud-flies from Oak Ridge, TN, with all of their testing sites. These were coming from exactly that direction. This defies further description. By the time I got home, just a stone’s throw away, these darker clouds had already raced away.

That’s the entertainment of imagination for the day. I’m sure there’s a name for such meteorological formations for both upper lighter and lower darker clouds, something like “downburst” or some such ill fitted name. There was no down and no burst. All was at a dead calm. I’m sure there’s a reason why the wispiness did not have H20 opaqueness but was transparent and not at all wispy, but rather roiling and boiling. I’m sure there’s a reason why they were flying relatively quickly.

It’s just that I’ve never seen anything like this in clouds since I was born. Anyway, if these were toxic and just a test, there’s no reason to question it. After all, there’s no one important who lives in these remote mountains, right? //off sarcasm

Again, just my fun imagination.

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Correcting heretics = gossip?

An example of priests texting each other the truth of the matter. Seminarians might not know what they are talking about. But there’s always a bit of truth in humor. For that matter seminarians might be absolutely correct and respectful and do what they do because of their love of the Lord Jesus and their desire to save souls. Good for them.

For my part, as a priest, and with lots of the most academic of degrees, I still don’t mind telling priests or bishops that they are technically heretics if that’s the truth of the matter.

Maybe I’ll try that later today, a repeat of what previously had me quite literally thrown into a dumpster some years ago, you know, extrajudicially, pro bono ecclesiae, but not really, as I was put down for the sake of the code of silence, of omertà, the old kill the messenger thing. It was someone with influence in Rome who had done this.

It’s not a matter of fake news just because a critique is made. To bring someone to the truth is a matter if charity.

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My revised Ancestry DNA: Neanderthal

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I mentioned to Father Gordon the other day that I received a quite severely revised Ancestry DNA report according to a new merging of data bases. I said that I was much more Eastern European and Russian than was previously estimated. He said that he wasn’t surprised at all, and then flatly added:

“Everybody from eastern European descent has 2% Neanderthal DNA.”

And then, speaking directly to the readers of this blog again added even more flatly:

“This may explain Father George’s lack of subtlety.”

Meanwhile, while my dad’s Scots-Irish surname is holding on with the travel of that family through centuries in Germany, there is this:

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There are a zillion connections in Mazovia Province and Łódź, and the same for Lesser Poland, Małopolskie and Świętokrzyskie. Southern Poland would make sense from her specialized Yiddish derived vocabulary, with the biggest curse she had being to say that someone surely came from “Lower Slobbovia,” Al Capp’s thought-to-be-made-up-country but which is surely Slovakia just to the South of Lesser Poland. Al Capp’s references about “Lower Slobbobia” were rife with Yiddish-isms.

Catastrophically, pretty much every Jew, to a man, to a woman, to a child, was killed off in the Baltic States by the Nazi regime.

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Bwahahahahahahahah!

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Seen up in Graham County, NC. :-)

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