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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Remember the bitch of Pontius Pilate, ed.)

Just a reminder. Purple. Advent. It’s royal purple. Jesus is King of kings, Lord of lords, Prince of the Most Profound Peace.

But filthy, effeminate, luxuriating Herod, clothed Jesus in a robe of purple to mock Jesus. But Jesus had called Herod a female fox, in Jesus’ words: “Go and tell Herod, that bitch…” you know, to use technical canine vocabulary. Check it out. Luke 13:32. The translation will say “fox” because the translators are chickens favoring Herod the bitch. But Herod would decapitate such tender snowflake sycophants though without the regret he had about John the Baptist. In their political correctness, they are already as good as chickens with their heads cut off by the politicians that be.

And this is why royal purple is used for penitential seasons like Advent and Lent. The King will be placed in a wooden manger and nailed to a wooden cross. How do we perceive the purple?

Meanwhile, all the more purple:

If you’re having trouble with all this – too much reality all at once – ask the Immaculate Conception to help you out. She saw what that bitch of Pontius Pilate and what Pilate himself did to her Son. Just look into her eyes:

Advent. Purple. A penitential season. Because of that bitch, Herod.

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I can just hear it now, the Bishop reading a thousand complaints about me in letters complaining that I’m not appropriate, that’s I’ve crossed boundaries:

  • “Dear Bishop, you gotta do something with Father Byers. He’s so mean. He’s, like, using bad words and stuff – splutter, splutter, splutter.”

These bitchy people… sigh… They should read about political correctness and what God thinks about prostituting oneself to political correctness, say, in Ezekiel 23. Bwahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!!!!

You know, what would happen is that the Bishop would laugh, heartily, as he knows I’m quoting Jesus verbatim. He loves that. :-)

Then, I’m quite sure, in his own chapel, he would give a purple flower to the Immaculate Conception. How about you?

But I can still hear it: “Splutter, splutter, splutter….”

Heh heh heh.

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“Stupid-Latinos”-grass-roots-community-organizers-and-secret-funding at my church

A couple of university “grass roots” community organizers came to church the other day, one with a neck-gator, one with an extremely poorly fitting mask that mocked the purpose of any mask wearing if any purpose existed ever, even though they said that they were community educators on how to wear masks properly, well, you know, educators of only that sector of the community they claim to be so stupid that they don’t know how to wear a mask, namely, they said, the Latinos.

You know the drill: “I’m gonna force you to wear a mask ‘properly’ you damned stupid Latinos, but I’m not gonna follow my own advice, so blatant about hypocrisy, on purpose, that you’ll get the hint that we’re inviting you to also *join the power* of racism and hypocrisy. Stop going to this church! Agitate! Protest in the streets!”

They said they were representing a grass-roots organization that was set on instructing the stupid Latinos who are so very stupid about mask wearing, and, by the way, they added, Latinos are so very stupid about masks.

They’ve never even been to the parish before. They’ve never attended our Spanish Mass. They’ve never seen how well the Latino community does in fact wear Covid-19 masks (regardless of whether you believe in their efficacy and very possible politicization). And that presumption about our Latinos is racist. And if I would have agreed with them that all Latinos are stupid and so yes please come and community organize (a verb) these stupid Latinos, easily manipulating them for your clearly ulterior motives, then I would be racist myself.

As it is, I believe all lives matter because Jesus redeemed us all and wants that we assist each other to be saved, we who all will look together on Him whom we have crucified and pierced through, we, from every tribe and tongue and people and nation.

Knowing literally within seconds that this couple were Marxist Community Organizers trying to establish a foothold in my parish with my blessing so that they could bully their political views by scaring our Latinos with immigration status and offering the Latinos the usual lies about giving them money and status if they would also agitate, I immediately asked them who it happens to be who is funding them.

Perhaps that was impolite, right? I mean, if I were to take them at face value with their self declared grass roots status, they would be doing this at their own expense or also using the donations of fellow students, but nothing more. Maybe their roots are dying with altogether too much B.S.

This question obviously caught them off guard as they looked to each other for a way to answer. The other one answered candidly, saying that there were, in fact, certain “groups” financially floating their endeavors, but straightaway [singular]*they* added that, of course, they didn’t know who these groups were or where that money was coming from.

“Bwahahahahaha,” thought I trying desperately to remain with a straight face. I think this parish priest has waaaay toooo much fun. It’s just too easy.

But now I laugh out loud writing all this: Bwahahahahah!!! :-)

In all their condescending concern for our beloved Latinos who they say have no idea how to wear a Covid-mask because they are all uneducated and stupid and have no one else to condescend to them to instruct them in all their stupidity…. in all their condescension are they not the very epitome of the definition of a hateful racist?

They offered to try to come up with a statement about themselves, but I said that I would get some research done on them myself. There is nothing to research of course. But all I have to do is examine their statements:

  • “We’re grass roots and we’re funded by groups so secret that even we don’t know who they are.”
  • “We’re so concerned about Latinos unlike this racist church because we say that Latinos are all stupid and they have to follow our dictates, and you haven’t already told them they are stupid and you haven’t already told them that they must follow our dictates so it is you who are racist with your stupid racist church… splutter, splutter, splutter…”

I’m fully expecting that a report on our little parish church – that we are not compliant with anti-USA violent bullies – will, say, go to George Soros and to our own Governor Cooper of North Carolina, whose discrimination against churches had to be smacked down hard by a Federal Judge. And now we’ll be enemies of anti-Americans, enemies of the liberal crowd, even though our Latinos are great about wearing masks, even if just to keep us out of trouble with the powers of the community organizers that be, our Latinos being really very smart altogether. :-)

You know, I was so very soft-spoken and polite with these community organizers, but I suppose I could be still be labeled as being an old meanie in that I’m also tagging this post as “Humor.” Sorry, but I have to laugh again:

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

P.S. Someone will surely try to litigate against me and my parish church and my diocese and the USCCB and the Vatican while claiming that I’m clearly writing this post surely as a Republican over against Democrats, and so that proves that the Catholic Church should lose its tax exempt status. However, did I mention that this was any kind of political move in such a fashion? No.

Everything I said in this post is said as just another human being trying to be respectful of the natural law, trying to be respectful of our Latino community who were being viciously insulted by racist political baiters.

But, am I a priest? Yes. All the more am I going to understand the basis for being respectful to all, Jesus, who redeemed us and wants that we respect one another. Was I being disrespectful to these university students by writing this summary? No. Not at all. This is utmost respect, taking them seriously, pointing out to them that which perhaps no else will point out to them. I’m no tender snowflake racist like them. They need to convert and be respectful of their fellow human beings.

But they will surely complain that their secret sources of money will disappear if they are not racist enough, not anti-Catholic enough, don’t hate these USA enough.

I’ll just continue here in my church, priest that I am, trying my best to lead people to Jesus. Jesus is the One. He’s the only One. I believe in Jesus.

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Insurance salesman gives bullets to me… um…

You know you live a dangerous life when your insurance salesman gives you bullets, especially during Covid-price-times. This one box of just 50 target rounds for 9mm is $30 bucks. That’s about four times the old Walmart pricing. So, this is quite the serious gift. But it’s also humorous.

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Fr Byers vs Hillary on destroying phones

  • Father Byers, can you please help me get rid of my phone?
  • Sure. Is it totally absolutely broken, beyond redemption?
  • Yes, Father. I know you like to target practice and that in these no-available ammo times are happy to at least get out a few shots.

The results are above. Fun.

Poor Hillary with her hammers. Why? Oh… Against 2a. I see. Haha!

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Fr Byers 2a vs Hillary’s BleachBit. Guess who wins.

These are tiny laptop drives that a non-techy parishioner asked me to delete, who was getting rid of dinosaur computers but was not wanting to leave files on the hard drives. Not being much of a techy myself, and that person not requesting the drives back, and me later deciding not to want to bother with the old computers, the drives were put out somewhere between 5 and 10 yards. Three 9mm to the one on the left and a half a mag-dump to the one on the right. Haha. That was the extent of my target practice in this time of no ammo amidst Covid lockdowns and such. This kind of target practice is all calm, entirely efficient. I mean, the interior disks were reduced to a small and momentary metallic dust cloud with the largest shards of the disks pictured above, but all the rest being reduced to pretty much smaller than a zeptometer in size. That’s, like, really small. Hillary’s hammers are operated with such angst and distress and are so inefficient, so readable in their larger shards. And software? Pfft. 9mm target practice is fast and gets the job done andand… is fun. I didn’t want to break my word about erasing the drives. :-)

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Joe Biden 2020÷666=30330

“Go to Joe at 30330.” Joey later said that this was a gaffe, not the 30330 part, but the Joe part. He said he wanted to say that if you support Joe, text him at 30330. He also said that overnight his campaign got lots of money for this.

But what is 30330? After Mass yesterday, one of my parishioners said to turn on the calculator on the desk. I did. He said, tap in 2020. I did. He said, divide that by 666. I did. He said, now press enter. I asked him to do it!

The result was 30330.

Yikes! said I. Yes, he said, explaining that he had just seen this going around the web and that he thought I would immediately get the upshot of this, or better, see the precipitousness of the darkness of the swamp.

Joey later said that it was great for the money during the night. “The night.”

I have this post also tagged with “Humor”, but there can be much truth in humor.

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Humor: Lighten it up for a moment!

During the retreat and still on the staycations now I’ve been keeping in contact with Father Gordon. Despite his sufferings, he has the best sense of humor ever. I thought you might enjoy these:

Father Gordon has two:

  • Why does it take three PMS women to change a lightbulb?
    • BECAUSE IT JUST DOES!!!
  • What is the biblical evidence that there were no Democrats in the Garden of Eden?
    • When God expelled Adam and Eve, He said: “There’s no one left!”

Pornchai Moontri has another:

  • How come cannibals never eat clowns?
    • Because they taste funny.

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“Run away, Fr Byers, really far away! Stay away! You’re not safe! *They* are coming to get you!”

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So, all day Saturday, non-stop, I got recordings filling up the message bank on my phone, with the following paranoia, coming to me from someone who lives in Asheville and down on the coast of N.C.:

  • “They, the mafia, the international mafia, where you live, in Appalachia, they have pulse machines from international terrorists, pulse machines of wavelengths of bad stuff that can go through cars and houses and into your body and hurt you and make you tired and you’re not safe because they are coming to get you [lol: such a cliché] so you have to run really far away so that you feel better and where you’re not in danger from the pulse wavelength machines of the mafia from international terrorists. And you can read about it on [url] if you scroll two thirds of the way down and read about it there and it’s true and stuff and everything so go away, really far away, because you’re not safe and they are coming to get you, you know, those people who slow down by your house because there’s a speed bump and they look at your garden and tell you how nice it is or ask you what the Mass schedule is now but they are really slowing down and surely pointing international mafia terrorist pulse wavelength machines at you with bad stuff that goes through cars and houses and into your body and can hurt you unless you run away, really far away, and stay away, and you have to leave now because you’re not safe, and whatever you do, don’t get a 5G phone because everyone with a 5G phone coming this October will die because it’s a genocide of all people with 5G phones all around the world and everyone is going to die with 5G phones so don’t get a 5G phone because it’s as bad as the international mafia terrorist pulse wavelength machines with bad stuff and everything…”

All day Saturday, non-stop, and then on Sunday again, until the recording capacity on the phone was used up, which is annoying. Hospitals and nursing homes call my phone so that I can do Last Rites for patients, but they message bank is filled up so they can’t leave a message. I do shut my phone off when I’m saying Mass, for instance. The long messages have only stopped because I haven’t yet erased the messages already recorded. All too weird. And there’re motives for that, very ulterior motives. Too sad.

That person also happens to be smashing down a loved one. And that is like the mafia I know only too well:

  • “Sappiamo dov’è la vostra familia, capisce? Ci capiamo abbastanza bene o no, scarafaggio pretino che sei?”

The idea is: leave now, or else. Interesting, that. I’ll just take note of that and put it on some back burner that’s turned off permanently. Pfft. But I wish my loved one wasn’t being harassed. I get the idea that said person manipulating all this is trying to look like a paranoid schizophrenic for legal reasons that manipulate situations, meaning of course, that this person is just cruel even while very intelligent, but pretty much a sociopath, which isn’t legally insane, but, depending on how far such a person goes, can get one many years or lifetimes of years in prison. Too bad, that.

Meanwhile, Macaulay Culkin has some good acting skills in the gif above. ;-)

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Organic gardening: Now it’s horn worms on my tomatoes with a zillion eggs

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This beast, hanging out underneath the leaves, is the manduca quinquemaculata, which, as a caterpillar, is the tomato-tobacco hornworm. No tabacco here, so they just have to eat my tomatoes. They turn into this, the five-spotted hawk moth:

“Hawk moth.” That’s rather a compliment. I call it a turd moth.

I’m still enjoying gardening. Finding out even about turd moths is a welcome break from the mayhem of the day, and here, in the drug capital of WNC, from the mayhem of the night as well. Still, I would rather eat the tomatoes instead of them.

“Instead of them…” That didn’t sound right. I meant I would rather eat the tomatoes instead of the horn worms eating the tomatoes. I didn’t mean that I would rather eat the tomatoes instead of me eating the horn worms. But there is some discussion of massive huge worms being an alternative source of protein. Just. No. Can’t do it. Even if it was all scientifically proven to be “good for you.” That would be like eating a… turd.

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Having to buy my free speech rights?!

MAFIA OMERTA

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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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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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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Dead Man Voting: sad humor

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There’s “I’m watching you…” and then there’s “I’m watching you…” LOL?

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There’s a local thug and buffoon who’s been aggressively doing up the fingers in the eye thing to me on various and sundry occasions so as to say, I guess, that he’s watching me. Sometimes people get upset just because you don’t fall into line with their train-wreck-lives, frustrated that there is someone who won’t conform to their idiocy. That tells me that there a lot of people who do bow down to any bully who happens along. Kinda creepy, that, all of that. But it also makes me laugh out loud.

Situational awareness is all about assessing situations with a view to deescalation and avoiding trouble if possible. With this kind of silliness, you just let people hang themselves (that’s a trope, by the way), and they do just that, being too self-confident, too powerful in their own eyes, way too narcissistic. Give it time and it takes care of itself.

What I find humorous is the realization that there really are people who are unaware that angels guardian see all, that God sees all. I mean, I tried to be this way in decades gone by. I mean, there were youthful days of idiocy in my life whereby there was even a Sunday or two that I didn’t go to church, to my everlasting regret. I failed in escaping God and my angel guardian. God, who sees all, with the angels, impressed upon me His presence, and brought me quite forcefully by His grace to go to Confession.

While it is sad to see those who are still oblivious in their lives, I see their weak-nothing-aggression as failing before God’s grace. I have hope that they will come around. I laugh previous to any conversion in the hope that they will also take up God’s prompting to turn their lives around. Surely they will laugh at their own antics in time to come. I don’t laugh AT such people. I laugh WITH such people. They just don’t know it, yet.

Meanwhile, it is, in fact, the Lord Himself, who, seeing all, will come to judge the living and the dead and world by fire. The Lord is, to be sure, deadly serious:

  • “The Lord laughs them to scorn” (Wisdom 4:18). Yikes!

Pick up your Catholic Bible and look up that oft-neglected passage, taking note of the context. You will find out that, for the Lord, this is no laughing matter. Not at all.

Being situationally aware that God sees all, that our angels guardian see all, brings situational awareness in general to an entirely different level. I recommend it.

Conclusion? Go to Confession!

 

 

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I’M RECLAIMING MY TIME MR BARR!!!

The Marxist shriek treatment against our great Attorney General William Pelham Barr the other day has a precedent which has turned into a meme:

This thuggish, buffoonish behavior was repeated by the Demoncrats ad nauseam. Here’s just one example:

I mean, the “I’m reclaiming my time” thing was repeated dozens if not hundreds of times in the four hours plus of this hearing. It would darkly humorous – but ever so very disgusting – to have all these put together in one video. The playbook was agreed upon beforehand:

  1. A Democrat asks a fake news, lying, specious question of Barr, demeaning him, slandering him, flinging into the depths of hell previously unknown low-levels of un-decorousness (which is a thing, actually).
  2. Barr, incredibly patient, entirely the gentleman, only begins to begin his answer.
  3. The Democrat thug violently interrupts, shrieking: “I’m reclaiming my time! I’m reclaiming my time! I’m reclaiming my time!”

And if you think that this is all ad hominem and a bit subintellectum, well, yes, that’s the level to which the Dems kept this at for four plus hours.

  • I’m reclaiming my time! I’m reclaiming my time! I’m reclaiming my time!
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It’s like the Covid-19 lockdowns are turning Congress into The Shining, wherein Jack becomes a dull boy:

The Dems really need to get a life. They are all fake news all the time. They are violent thugs. The “I’m reclaiming my time” thing makes the purveyors insane.

It’s all time of my life that I will never be able to get back, never be able to reclaim. Well, I take that back. I can offer that suffering for the conversion of such lost souls to the Living Truth, Christ our God, who alone, by the way, will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire.

There will be no entitled tantrums at the Last Judgment, that great and terrible day. There will be no possibility to interrupt our Lord, or to insist: “I’m reclaiming my time.” The Judge of All, the Lord God, the Almighty, will simply say, “Go ahead! Go off to your own place. Reclaim all of your time for an eternity of hell.”

We don’t want that for anyone. We want people to rejoice in conversion, in humility, in the reception of forgiveness, in the Truth and Love God IS.

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Father Robert Altier on the cleansing of temple by Mary

I laughed out loud when he described the difference between Jesus and Mary when it comes to the unrelenting ferocious cleansing of the temple. Hahahahaha. :-) Good for you, Father Altier. I love it.

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Seen in Police Department Squad Room

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That’s called the First Amendment, my friends. It’s not some sort of political foray other than to state appreciation for the most pro-police president the nation has ever had.

Here’s a detail of what was also seen:

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By the way, that’s not some sort of Blue Lives Matter reaction to anything. Instead, it’s called a Thin Blue Line flag which stands in solidarity with those who have been ambushed, killed, assassinated in the Line of Duty. Our police are the thin blue line between civilization and marxist chaos. It stands in solidarity with the families and communities who have suffered such horrific loss of life.

I was gifted the picture, the bill, and the flag the other day, but I’m reintroducing them for the moment, anyway, as I believe they are morale boosters. All police need a boost in morale that these days. It’s essential.

Also, just to say, again, I must thank the town for having arranged for an increase in the police budget and an increase in training.

For the haters out there… Cool your jets… The $20.00 bill is not some crime, clearly stating, as it does, that it is not legal tender.

What we must do is stand in solidarity with those who risk their lives at every incident, every domestic, every traffic stop, as things can go from 0 to 100 in less than a second.

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Customs and Border Protection irony for my “Shadow”: Lest we forget.

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The statue of Saint Michael was sent in by […] years ago. Already at that time he was one of the main trainers for agents up in Northeast Virginia, Maryland and D.C.

I am NOT CBP. The official hat came my way just the other day from a lad who just passed all exams and is now on his first assignment for CBP. I told him that it would remind me to pray the Saint Michael prayer for him. He liked that, a lot.

The humor and irony of this is about as biting as it can get. Just ask my “Shadow” who, instead, is like an archetype for “Lord of War.” That might be understood by some longtime readers of this blog.

Having gotten over the humor and irony, however, I am sobered by the uncountable deaths of those Fast and Furious has aided in bringing about, and by the death of Brian Terry. Lest we forget.

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Seattle entitlement list: ammo and guns?!

I see that Seattle’s CHAZ-CHOP or as I like to call it CHEZ – pronounced “CHEESE” – (Capital Hill Entitlement Zone) wants to be self sufficient in their new independent nation defined by entitlement that is dependent on the very ones they are pulling guns upon. Some of their “demands” in their safe space that is protected, mind you, by “military grade ausault weapons systems”, are the following:

As they continue gun down young people at will with the blessing and encouragement of Seattle’s mayor – who should be up for war crimes – I’m sure the demands will be along the lines of more guns, better guns (“the good kind”), more military assault type guns, more ammo of all kinds, more knives, more chains, more baseball bats, more machetes, more bomb making equipment, all of which, you know, is to be “the good kind”.

Ah, the entitled. They’re all the same. Bullies even in their own “safe spaces” of murder and arson and looting and total hell. Yep.

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This priest’s garden in mid-June 2020

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Cucumbers, Yellow Squash, Spaghetti Squash, Lettuce, Early Girl Tomatoes, Big Boy Tomatoes, Beef Steak Tomatoes, Hybrid Tomatoes, Lettuce, Asparagus and a 1000 times Asparagus.

It’s a crazy time in mid-June 2020. At the same time, God is good.

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