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Cop chaplain’s Glock, Back the Blue & 2a T-Shirts, Deescalation

We live in a time of anti-God, marxist bullies, whose BLM Antifa style fascism (yes, they reflect each other), whose primary method of anarchism is meant to bait law enforcement officers into being ambushed, wherein no matter what happens, it’s the fault of any authority other than their narcissistic selves. The entitled bully’s is reaction to authority, which is, then, by definition, no identity at all:

  • Identity politics is about being devoid of identity. There is no self-respect, no respect for others, no respect for God our Creator, no respect for the natural law or any law other than the absolutism of one’s personal relativity to oneself, which is nothing. Yuck.

Assassination of law enforcement officers is the “order” of the day, with such assassinations celebrated by all criminals who entitle themselves to blind obedience of their rich masters who pay them slave wages.

There’s a political party which celebrates such as this:

No apologies from this Catholic-priest-law-enforcement-chaplain: if I saw someone pumping bullets into law enforcement officers who were just minding their own business, I wouldn’t bother with any failure drill (two to the body and then one to the head if the threat weren’t yet ended), but I would rather just do a quick double tap to the head. Yes. No time to waste, especially with someone who looks like they might well be wearing body armor. Of course, then, as the priest, I would conditionally absolve the perp, you know, while calling in the “Shots fired!” and “Officers down!” and EMS and LEO assistance required. One hopes there will always be time for deescalation techniques. One hopes that one can use the old “continuum of force” fairy tale made up by someone who has never been in the field.

But encounters don’t always go very slowly, and are not always subject to a half dozen steps bringing one within rules of engagement, you know, greeting a person who then runs, who then resists arrest, who then gathers a crowd interfering with the arrest, who then assaults the LEOs with stones and bottles, who then grapples with the LEO, who then uses deadly force on the LEOs. It can go from zero to one hundred in less than a nanosecond.

It is expected, nevertheless, that the officer, while pumped full of bullets, will call social services to calmly talk the perp down at all of these stages, waiting an hour or two for the nice social worker to show up, that is, after a few weeks when messages are retrieved during these Covid-19 zero service, zero office hours difficult period we are going through in these USA and around the world.

When it goes from zero to a hundred in a nanosecond, there’s no time for this kind of BS. No deescalation techniques. No coping mechanisms. No offering of lolly-pops and cotton candy. No time.

There’s a political party which demands that the criminally insane be allowed to murder whomsoever they want, but especially law enforcement officers:

No apologies from this Catholic-priest-law-enforcement-chaplain: if I saw someone repeatedly plunging a Bowie knife into any law enforcement officer who was just minding his or her own business, I wouldn’t bother with any polite discourse, using words like sir or miss, or please, but I would rather just do a quick double tap to his or her head. Yes. And that’s even if I knew the guy or gal was criminally insane. He might not be personally responsible for his actions, being criminally insane and all that, but that doesn’t mean that the threat shouldn’t be subdued. We live in a fallen world. It’s not the officer’s fault or my fault if unjust aggression is afoot. It’s all very sad. I wish it weren’t so. The one who assists in lessening the threat is also a victim. Who wants to carry that event around in one’s soul for the rest of one’s life? Nobody. Deescalation IF POSSIBLE.

Meanwhile, I’m patriotic and I’ll tell you this, there’s only a small percentage of those in America (whether citizens or paid foreign terrorists) who are like that. Most people are like those I met on the day off yesterday. They were happy for me to take pictures of the backs of their T-Shirts:

I make it a habit to have lunch on the day off with another priest at this particular restaurant in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I don’t think I’ve ever been here when there hasn’t been some law enforcement officers, or spec ops guys and gals. This is the order of the day in this back-mountain region of Appalachia. There is no harassment of those dining here. ;-)

The other week as we were leaving that restaurant, one such guy threw out a greeting to me, and I made the observation that he had a tattoo of a very unique American Bald Eagle on his forearm (stating the extremely obvious), but I asked what the symbolism was, expecting something about that stylized eagle being the logo of a particular military group. He hesitated a couple seconds, perhaps not wanting to share anything like that at that moment while trying to eat with his wife (I’m so imprudent, but he started it), but he then exclaimed that it stands for “Freedom!” I laughed in joy and wished him a “Be safe!” as he did for me.

Look, I realize that this is not the experience of those who live even just down the road from me in Atlanta, where, as in so many other places, people are accosted while quietly eating in a restaurant, their meals thrown on the floor, getting spit on, insulted and shrieked at, their tables and chairs being overturned, and even elderly people being smashed to the floor and beat up by uncontrollable mobs. Let’s see… that would be defined for the elderly as at least grave bodily harm. I’ve seen what an intracranial hematoma can do to people – like a 66 year old parishioner of mine. She died pretty quickly after that, but only after tortuous suffering.

That kind of assault, threatening grave bodily harm or death in some circumstances to be evaluated, would also be a threat which would have to be confronted, though such a confrontation would surely – at least with me, I hope – be able to be wrought in such manner that deescalation of unjust aggressors would immediately ensue. These kinds of perps are such cowards when anyone confronts them. Just use the Jedi Knight trick by telling them – in no uncertain terms – that they will stand down, NOW! Yes. It does work.

Perhaps you remember that Jedi Knight trick:

Here’s the deal. We all want peace and joy, goodness and kindness, all of us, including and perhaps especially the perps. There’s no one more thankful for having been stood down than a perp who then has had an opportunity to think about it and repent. Praise the Lord, for His mercy endures forever. We pray for better times. We pray that we get through the next few months unscathed.

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About your trauma recovery dear Father Byers… ;-)

A couple of articles have been published in recent years about terrorist suicide bomber Saeed Hotari.

There was nothing traumatic in all that. I was never much traumatized by my being shot at I don’t know how many times over decades and the ten thousand other “incidents” any one of which might throw someone into a trauma-recovery program, say, in North East Virginia, say, at Wolf Trap or at Liberty Crossing Campus. As I’ve often said however, bullets buzzing by one’s ears are certainly memorable.

In that more recent article linked above I mentioned that I carry. It’s a Glock 19, chambered. I like the Serpa Blackhawk OWB, for convenience, my stupid record (as I’ll never repeat that again) is 1.01 seconds for 2 to the “body” (spine) 1 to the head (brain-box) 25 feet out from the holster. Being in a state of prompt readiness to protect the innocent from unjust aggression is a virtue related to justice. Just to say it, mercy is a potential part of the virtue of justice, as Saint Thomas Aquinas points out in his commentary on the Sentences. Providing justice is a mercy. Yes.

I received a very clever comment on that more recent article. At first glance I thought this was a denunciation of carrying a Glock. But it’s not that at all. I didn’t let it out of moderation there as I wanted to give it a bit more visibility. I include my interlinear [comments]:

  • “We cannot rely on our own ability to fight evil [she’s referring to Peter slicing off the ear of Malchus when Jesus is being betrayed, as we’ll see momentarily] but must depend on God. [I agree.] How often we forget our survival is totally dependent on God. [Hey! I forget all the time, you know, not having the beatific vision and all that. Yep. I agree. I want to go to heaven!] Eventually we all learn [well, some of us] that the unstable world [crux stat dum volitur orbis: let’s just call it a fallen world and figure this out] cannot be the source of our security, of true peace of heart. [“My strength shines out through your weakness” – Jesus to Paul] I’m interested in how you square your essay with Luke 22:51. [I’m paraphrasing because of bad translations, but Lk 22:51 is this: Jesus said: “All of you let me do this!” And He touched the ear of (Malchus) and healed him.] Your words make it sound like you live your trauma recovery [with me being Malchus and all… (adn with trauma recovery being a very technical term betraying much background in the same] in a state of protection with a clenched fist. [That is, not trusting in God and full of fear, whereby Malchus steals Peter’s sword and I forge it into a Glock. Very clever, that. And lots of work to be able to spit that out just like that. There’s no way out except like this:] Meanwhile another hand, not yours or mine, reaches out in the Eucharist. [See top picture on the Eucharist. And I agree with that, to a point.]

Malchus was an enemy, a servant of the High Priest, literally dead set against Jesus. Malchus learned from the mercy shown him to be sure. It being that I’m the Missionary of Mercy of the High Priest, Pope Francis, maybe I too should learn something of mercy. But is carrying a tool to protect the innocent from unjust aggression a lack of mercy making me the enemy of Jesus?

Jesus was a special case. His reprimand not only to Peter but to all the Apostles (it’s a plural imperative) was not about the inappropriateness of what Peter was doing so much as it gave Jesus a moment to show mercy to the end. This was precisely like His reprimand to John the Baptist: Let it be so for now for the fulfillment of righteousness! When Jesus was baptized He was asking our Heavenly Father to treat Him as if were guilty of sin, not just like the charioteers and soldiers of Pharaoh who were drowned for their sin of enslaving the chosen people, but He was asking to be treated like He was guilty for having enslaved all in sin, all peoples of all times, from Adam until the last man is conceived. Jesus lays down His life, taking on the punishment we deserve for original sin and all our own rubbish, so that He has the right in His own justice to have mercy on us. The Apostles see this mercy with Malchus and off they go.

Is it wrong to protect oneself and others while trusting in God while doing this mercy? No. In fact, it’s a contribution to the virtue of justice.

Two points and excuse my theological language:

First of all, I don’t want any trauma recovery, particularly not anything from Northeast Virginia. Why not? Because I’m not traumatized enough, not yet. As some priest friends from Colombia told me, “We’ve done nothing; we’ve not lain down our lives for the brethren.” Get me away from all that is trauma recovery. If anything, my therapy will be to put my fingers into Jesus’ wounds in His hands and my hand right into the wound in His side, into His heart.

My saying, “My Lord and my God” will be my entire trauma recovery, good enough to take my right through torture and death. I deserve everything I get along the way of the effects of original sin and my own, including being available to the malevolence of others (there ain’t no Glock that’s gonna stop that). And because Jesus laid down His life for me and called me to be His priest, He deserves that I un-clench my fists so as to Consecrate His Body and Blood at Holy Mass, so as to provide Absolution of sin, so as to Baptize, so as to Confirm… Yes. But I still carry. In calmness. Tranquility. You know the drill: “Carry! And carry on!”

It is no trauma to follow up on Jesus’ invitation: “As the Master, so the disciple.” Why not? Because His strength shines out through our weakness. His love carries us in the peace and joy of the Holy Spirit.

Let me give an example. This very morning, while that lady wrote her comment, I myself at the same time was being stripped of my carry and locked in jail. I’m out now, obviously. But you have to know that I feel most at home among sinners like Malchus because I’m so like him. I make lots of friends in jail. I have a Bible study with the guys every week. I love it. What a joy. And I gotta say, lots of the guys are much better prepared in the Scriptures than were my seminarians anywhere around the world. Truly. I love it. We help each other out to get to know the Lord. Believe me, no protection or clenched fists inside the stone walls. No, no. It’s all about Jesus. It’s all about putting that ear back on Malchus. And about letting that ear get put back on me by those, you know, “sinners” and all that.

But, hey! Not to worry my interlocutor comment friend. Maybe you can help me with a bit of trauma recovery after all. There are some adjustments to the “recovery program” that I’m on – if you want to call it that – (DS or DipSec might have another name for all that), adjustments which I would like to be implemented, but I won’t write about that or say it over the phone. I need an in-person interview with someone, say, I don’t know, just up from the Rosslyn metro stop, maybe at the Campus… Can you swing that, maybe with CCS oversight? That would be really, really cool. Seriously, if you want to help me, that would go a long way.

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“I’m Christian, so I don’t carry a gun,” he said, thus claiming I’m not Christian.

Saeed Hotari, terrorist suicide bomber

“I’m Christian, so I don’t carry a gun,” said some guy to me the other day – knowing I’m a priest and a law enforcement chaplain – thus claiming that I’m not a Christian because I do carry, thus claiming that all law-enforcement officers are also anti-Christian because they also carry.

If that guy’s house was being burned by mobs, and his family was getting raped and looted and killed, you know, because he himself is part of the he establishment, living in society as he does, I just bet he thinks he could stand idly by, watching all this in all safety, maybe filming it while trying to also call 911, waiting for law enforcement to arrive after minutes if not hours – depending on the day – arriving after his house was torched, after his family was raped and killed and after the mob had moved on to other neighbors’ houses to do the same. I bet he would call those “anti-Christian” police who also carry weapons. And when they arrived and stopped the criminals, I bet he would stop claiming law enforcement officers and any supporting chaplains are anti-Christian, having risked their lives to save the likes of him and his neighbors if not in time to save his family. No greater love and all that… He should sign up for some 2nd amendment instruction.

I’m guessing that he just doesn’t have the experiences I have. For instance, I knew Saeed Hotari pictured at the top of this post. I would consider him a friend ten years before he did what he did. But if I saw him walking into the Dophinarium strapped up with bombs likely weighing more than himself and screaming all Jews must die and shrieking that “Allah is great!”, I would neutralize the threat and be happy that I did, even while I was sad about the fallen state of the world in which something like that terrorist attack could be planned and put into action.

Here’s a list of Saeed’s victims who died. Add to that another more than 130 with horrific injuries, missing arms and legs, suffering hematomas and shattered skeletons. Perhaps that young man could recite their names, as the practice goes, along with their ages and where they’re from, asking himself what he would do if he was able to take out the threat. Would he stand idly be when there were only seconds to stop him? Would he call the IDF who might get there in time to put up police tape around the area? If he had a tool to stop the threat would he use it? Scary questions, for him, I’m sure.

  • Maria Tagiltseva, 14, of Netanya
  • Raisa Nimrovsky, 15, of Netanya
  • Ana Kazachkova, 15, of Holon
  • Katherine Kastaniyada-Talkir, 15, of Ramat Gan
  • Irina Nepomnyashchi, 16, of Bat Yam
  • Mariana Medvedenko, 16, of Tel Aviv
  • Yulia Nelimov, 16, of Tel Aviv
  • Liana Saakyan, 16, of Ramat Gan
  • Marina Berkovizki, 17, of Tel Aviv
  • Simona Rodin, 18, of Holon
  • Aleksei Lupalu, 16, of Ukraine
  • Yelena Nelimov, 18, of Tel Aviv
  • Irena Usdachi, 18, of Holon
  • Ilya Gutman, 19, of Bat Yam
  • Roman Dezanshvili, 21, of Bat Yam
  • Pvt. Diez (Dani) Normanov, 21, of Tel Aviv
  • Ori Shahar, 32, of Ramat Gan
  • Yael-Yulia Sklianik, 15, of Holon – died of her injuries on 2 June 2001
  • Sergei Panchenko, 20, Ukraine – died of his injuries on 2 June 2001
  • Jan Bloom, 25, of Ramat Gan – died of his injuries on 3 June 2001
  • Yevgeniya Dorfman, 15, of Bat Yam – died of her injuries on 19 June 2001

“Father George, you don’t understand what with your putting up straw men examples like that, because that was in Israel where it’s just that ‘someone did something’ (Ilhan Omar), like it was, you know, an ‘incident’ (Nancy Pelosi) and ‘what does it matter anyway?’ (Hillary Clinton). We’re all nice here in America.”

I could multiply examples of myself getting shot at, but let’s limit this to just this area is just the last few days right here in this area:

  • So, just the other day, not far as the crow flies, down in north Georgia, a deputy pulled over a truck and trailer. The guy immediately shot the deputy in the chest (who survived). They caught the perp and his accomplice and also found out that the perp was hauling illegal explosives, heading south on 75, which would be in the direction of Atlanta, you know, in time for the elections. Get it?
  • So, just the other day, now in Western North Carolina, a deputy pulled over a guy who immediately got out of his vehicle and shot the officer in the face (who later died).
  • Oh, and just the other day, about all the law enforcement in the region was doing an massive operation just down the road, no, really, like pretty much all available law enforcement in the region. Because we’re all nice.

I could continue, but, for my interlocutor pacifist, there’s really nothing I can say. If defense of the innocent from unjust aggression is a mortal sin of the magnitude that I can no longer be a Christian, what can I say?

Where do these people get this? Oh, I forgot. There’s a minister in the region who is aggressively promoting BLM, which stands for “Destroy the Police.”

We live in weird times. Even Jesus is mocked and killed:

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It happened to me, but it didn’t: angels to the rescue

I don’t know what happened here at our local grocery store parking lot. That’s police tape wrapped around it. That would be an indication that all is not well here in Andrews, NC. But I won’t conjecture about it.

[[ Update: Apparently the engine was being worked on by a family member and another family member didn’t make much of it, and then the engine started on fire while he was driving. He got out safely. Total loss, of course. Yikes! ]]

But I am reminded of vehicles I’ve been given to drive by “nice” enemies over the decades, vehicles which reeked of gasoline fumes, enough to knock you out altogether. It’s the good ol’ boys whose club I wasn’t in, who faked being nice to me. But – Hey! – I had no money, so I happily received these as “gifts.” A friend of some of those enemies but not so much my enemy told me to pop the hood after I had just then returned from an errand. He opened the hood…

  • “Get out! Now!” he said with ashen face, stepping back, stunned at what he saw.
  • “What is it?” I asked, concerned because of his behavior.
  • “The gas line’s been slashed,” he said. “Gas is spilling over the hot manifold. It’s impossible that your vehicle isn’t on fire. It’s a miracle.”
  • “Not to worry,” said I, trying to reassure this long-hall semi-truck driver and mechanic that all was well: “I’m sure there’s a firewall. I could’ve just pulled over and gotten out.”
  • “In this vehicle that won’t give you more than a few seconds,” said he, “and then the inside compartment would be filled with flames. You gotta really good guardian angel.”

I was all smiles, as my guardian angel is, in fact, good, like all other guardian angels, reflecting God’s glory and doing God’s will with prompt eagerness. My first thought was that I fell far short of that prompt eagerness and wanted to do better for the greater glory of God, and was being given some overtime for this end.

The same enemies gave me another vehicle more recently, this time with a hole in the gas tank. “Just don’t fill it up,” they said. “Only put in a little at a time,” they said.

Meanwhile, I was about to pass out because of the fumes. I gave that vehicle away, warning the guy I gave it to about the problem.

  • “Not a big deal,” he said, “I can fix that right quick.”
  • “But the fumes will about knock you out,” said I, “stop smoking and driving at the same time.”

He laughed. He dealt with it in a way I couldn’t and is still driving that vehicle to this day. Good on him.

I could continue about vehicles I’ve been given with no brake pads, others with cut brake lines, others where the outer-tie-steering-rod-end was cut through with a hack saw except just a little bit, about slashed tires, about certain, um, devices, etc., on and on.

Much more recently, Sassy the Subaru has had unending problems, some of them entirely deadly, which seem entirely extrinsic to the Subaru itself, not the fault of the Subaru, but because of an external intervention… But I better not speak of that too loudly. These were bad enough that when I realized what was happening, I pulled over immediately and got the vehicle towed to get some emergency repairs – taking many hours – again and again. It is what it is. I’ve learned to be patient, actually, taking it all in stride.

I’ve learned that what’s important in life is to get to heaven, which has a set time for all of us, and that our guardian angels are going to make sure that it’s at that time set by Almighty God and not by someone else. My sights are set on heaven, so I don’t much care how things work out on earth. It’s all good.

Still, I do have a fire extinguisher with me in the passenger-door-compartment. I’m mocked for that. But I’m good with the mockery. I’ve already had to use it. I also have a first-aid kit. :-) 

P.S. As I reflect on the decades, I recall so very many telling me, stunned about close calls of all kinds, that ” You’re protected,” and “You have a good guardian angel.” Yes, it’s all a bit frightful, actually.

I’m sure we all have dozens of stories to tell about our guardian angels. It’s good to thank them regardless of whether or not we recognize their activity.

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Sociopath tries killing the memory of Officer Paul Perrette

Police Officer Paul Perrette, age 49, was an eight year veteran of the Monroe NC Police Department. He added three more years as a Monroe High School Resource Officer. Tons of commendations from the PD and civic groups. The then-Police-Chief Bryan Gilliard said, “This is a heartbreaking loss for our department, the students at Monroe High School and our residents. Paul was a very well-respected and well-liked member of our department and community and we are all just devastated.” Monroe High School Principal Mike Harvey said, “We are all praying for the family as they try to come to grips with horrible loss. We are one family right now and we will work together to support one another and get through this.”

Obituary: “He attended meetings at Turning Point once a month speaking with victims and their children. Paul was a member of the Monroe Police Special Response Team, a member of the Monroe Police Field Force Unit, a member of the Blue Horsemen Motorcycle Club and he worked with the Police Explorer Program.” He’s survived by his wife Danielle, and his two children Cory and Nicolette.


Back in 2019 I put up a post on this blog about the roadside cross honoring the life of Officer Paul Perrette, including the pictures of that cross which are now brought into this post, as well as the paragraph after the picture below:

  • “I noticed this in the territory of the parish for the first time the other day up Junaluska Road East of Andrews. He didn’t make it on to the ODMP [Officer Down Memorial Page] as it seems his was not a LODD [Line of Duty Death]. He was not part of our Police Dept, serving elsewhere. He was on a motorcycle and this stretch of road is notoriously dangerous. I can think of a number of scenarios. Whatever way an officer dies we honor his life of service and mourn his passing. Thanks, Officer Perrette. RIP”

This is a sharp curve with multiple sharp curve arrow signs. Did he just misjudge the curves? Right now, a few years after the fact, in late 2020, I doubt that more than ever. Other things have just now come to light. I think he was blown off the road by some idiot who, with four wheels, could take the curve a bit tighter, and then while passing him on the double-yellow blind curve, crowded him off the road which Paul was hoping to negotiate without slamming his rear brakes and skidding off. I’ve noticed that kind of horror about to be done I don’t know how many times over the years in this mountainous parish. The guys with four wheels on their vehicles who do this kind of thing are such cowards, hiding behind their four wheels, actually bumping the motorcycles ahead of them. Idiots, surely all on day three of a meth “high”.

Yesterday, September 7, 2020, just before Mass, some church members told me that the cross was missing since this past Friday, so, September 4, 2020. So, it was probably taken down, cut down, torn out sometime on the night of Thursday, September 3, 2020. These church members noticed the missing cross, they said, as they always say a prayer for Paul and his family as they pass by on their way to church.

I raced to the location after Mass, and, wading through the poison oak, I despaired of finding the cross. Maybe we’ll find it when the vegetation is cut down to ground level as in the picture above. It might be on the river bank. Maybe they dragged it out and threw it in a vehicle. Maybe they cut it up in bits and pieces and threw it in the river. Here are a few more pictures taken September 7 at that particular location:

FTP. It’s used to persuade people to hate the police, to destroy the police, to kill the police. FTP means F*** THE POLICE. Imagine the heartbreak of his family what with his memorial cross torn down and FTP appearing in its place… My heart is broken in solidarity with them…

The FTP on the road itself is aimed, if you will, to the place on the river bank where the cross was standing. As for the one who just now destroyed the memorial cross of Officer Paul Perrette and painted FTP all over the road and on multiple road warning signs, well, I bet he’s the very one who ran him off the road a few years ago. Just my conjecture. But you can be sure of this – in building a profile of this guy – he really hates police, like he has an ax to grind, not against Paul, mind you, but against all police. And that my friends, sounds like a sociopath on the hunt for a victim, a victim for whom Paul is just now the symbol.

Here’s a picture which should tell you a little bit about him. Paul is the one in the dark uniform:

As a law enforcement chaplain in this area, I would like to do what I can to replace the roadside memorial cross of Officer Paul Perrette. I’ll see if I can get the proper permissions from the NC DOT today.

May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

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Supporting LEOs & grieving LODDs political? Thin Blue Line Flags…

The flag above used to be all about respect for the THIN BLUE LINE, honoring those LEOs active or retired, those who have been wounded in whatever way on whatever level on our behalf, those who have given their lives in LODD (Line Of Duty Death).

But now this has been perverted into BLUE LIVES MATTER. Well, I agree that Blue Lives Matter just as ALL lives matter. Sure. But I don’t use “blue lives matter” anymore because that’s a cave, it seems to me, to the “No lives matter until black lives matter” crowd, who don’t want to ever admit that all lives matter because – of course – their lives matter like everyone else.

But the thin blue line, the grieving, is just fine. It has nothing whatsoever to do with the Marxist agendas of the Dems and their anarchist protectees.

There was SJW minister round about who’s been wearing a Marxist Black Lives Matter Covid-1984 mask. BLM is anti-God, anti-Christ, anti-religion, pro-racism, pro-alphabets of all kinds, anti-nuclear family, and they want to entirely destroy law enforcement. I don’t get it. Can someone explain this to me?

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SKYFALL: Silva attacks M – government inquiry – Why LEOs?

Slightly a Brit thing here, but the analogy holds here in the USA with idiot Dems who defund police but charge tax payers for armed security for themselves.

Don’t think this won’t happen in Congress starting November 4, 2020.

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My LEO & DOT experience yesterday, post removed

Yesterday’s post about FTP (F*** THE POLICE) etc. was best removed as there are developments. Any Justice Department, FBI, SBI, DEA hacks who want to take a look at that post, be my guest. It’s not erased. It’s in “Draft mode” at the moment. There are people all y’all will want on your radar for any crazy foreseeable times to come. The perps are totally powder kegs with short fuses. All the pictures are still in that post, still in the archives of the blog. Go for it. Quite damning, really. It’s just that I didn’t know how damning those pictures were, and how they implicated certain people whose established names and locations come to mind now that a certain timeline of events were established. LOL. Truly: LOL.

Have I already been singled out by said perps? From all indications, absolutely. Whatever. I’m with the ICPC and I can’t stand idly by while assassination threats are made by idiots. Not just graffiti. There’s a lot I’m not saying. Just. Wow. Hah! LOL. Idiots are such totall idiots. But, it needs taking care of, badly, you know, because they ARE idiots.

After putting that post up I had trundled off to see some law enforcement, asking that I be allowed to take pressure off certain powers that be by my painting over some very specific threats. The only reason that wasn’t allowed was because, by law, paint cannot be left on the roadway, and the DOT would have to clean or replace the signs as only they know how to do. The DOT should charge the idiot haters the cost of cleaning, etc.

The fact of it is, the crime was basically solved in my meeting with the Sheriff and the DOT was called and put into action so very quickly that by the time I passed by the scene(s) of the crime on my way back to Andrews the DOT workers were already removing the graffiti. I thanked them for their quick work of it, and the response from these gentlemen was unforgettable:

  • “Thanks for that, sir. I mean we have other things to do. We don’t have time for this kind of crap. The guy who did this ought to be hanged.”

I laughed and thanked them again. The one guy was really upset, and is not the kind of guy you want upset with you. So… that would be an agreement. LOL! That made my day. Perfect. Hah!

But more than this, during that meeting up in Robbinsville, within just a few minutes the Sheriff had signed me on as another chaplain, signing all sorts of forms and such. They have a chaplain who is part time LEO as well with an incredibly awesome CV. But two is often better than one, at least for me as I hope to learn very much from him and the entire Sheriff’s Department. With me having signed my life away on those forms, we then talked a bit more about some some law enforcement matters. Mum’s the word on all that. Hah! What a great morning. What a great morning.

Moral of the story: Go ahead and do something. I’ve sometimes ranted about the seemingly useless “If you see something, say something” advice, but this time everything was put into action literally within seconds. That’s totally cool, restorative, really. Yay!

U.S.A. U.S.A. U.S.A.

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Police need to get a grip: more $$$ = better training

If you know what you’re looking at you know what you’re looking at. I feel sorry for this officer, who has obviously never unholstered her gun… ever, never shot a gun, never practiced. I bet the qualifications were cancelled. This is totally insane. I don’t blame her. I blame the idiot Dem mayors who cancel the funding to cancel the training to cancel safety to cancel control. Just. Wow. But maybe I’m just jumping the gun, as it were. Maybe there are special circumstances, like her having a permanently dislocated thumb, or maybe a prosthetic thumb, right? I mean…

Just to be clear, I don’t blame the police, I blame the idiot mayors who don’t want any police at all, well, except for themselves, because, as the mayor of Chicago said: “She’s special.” I’m sure she is.

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I shot my IV+ ballistic armor (Chinese) *sigh*

Said to be ceramic/polyethylene composite. Just wanted to shoot a corner to see what would happen (see entry top left of the picture above). I did this after seeing a Demolition Ranch video on Chinese armor, some of good, some of it really horrible, as in just a thin sheet of Styrofoam!

I then find out that the American standards for this type of “composite” is that the hit has to be at least two full inches from any side, meaning that you’ll be missing out on a full four inches for both width and height, with anything hit in that huge area of the plate being deadly. Not cool. Having seen what happened I just went ahead and shot it dead center. Also not what I expected.

The rifle was a more recent version of a friend’s Ruger Mini-14 semi-auto with 18.5″ barrel. The corner shot was a simple 223, while the center shot was a green tip “armor piercing” (lol) 556. All legal in North Carolina btw.

Here’s a clearer shot of the “composite.” A super thin layer of “ceramic” (pfft) out front with a layer of fiberglass on either side of it, and then a heap of layers of polyethylene. Um… but… it was on the edge…

Let’s see a video of that so you get the idea:

Meanwhile, the center shot did catch the green tip 556, pretty much at the very last sheet of polyethylene, causing a huge bulge:

In the center of the back, that would about break your spine in half. Out front, it would pretty much break all the ribs and stop the electrical system of your heart, if it wasn’t already gelatinized. And that’s only a 556. Imagine a 30-06 black tip, which it’s supposed to stop. I really doubt that. And it’s supposed to be multi-hit. I really doubt that as well. Glad I checked it out.

I’ll be looking for a steel plate truly rated for level IV. Shooter cut. 10 x 12 as I’m a plus size guy. Curves on all four corners. Not easy to find. Anyone with any ideas?

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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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Druggy Knife the Rectory Garden – Swarmed by law enforcement

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The Squarrrsh plants are getting tired even as they pump out the most squarrrshes and the biggest they ever have. I rip out the tired leaves. In the lower right you see the tomato plant I had to rip up as it has been weed-eated. I still got six tomatoes off of it.

In this picture you’ll note a draining ditch right in the back lawn in the extreme upper right of the picture. This morning, right along this little ditch there was a raggedy holster with a Crocadile Dundee-esque knife.

I had dropped my coffee and went out back because I saw various agencies of law enforcement swarming out back in their various cruisers and on foot, also in my back yard.

I walked up to the knife just as a deputy walked up to it. He said that it belongs to the guy they’re looking for, a fellow by the name of […], whose got lots of felonies on his head. The deputy picked up the knife for evidence and asked if I had seen where he went. Situational awareness covers a lot of ground. I said the grass is soaking wet with dew. There’s his trail, I said, pointing to the grass with footprints through the heavy dew. He’s surely hiding over at […], I asserted about a business nearby. The vehicle of that business is forever seen at the druggy house where the knife guy is reigning over his kingdom of drugs and violence. In this case, if it’s true that he’s there – and that does seem to be the usual safe-house – then that would be harboring a criminal actively escaping from law enforcement. He’s got plenty of warrants out on him.

The knife guy is the guy who called himself “Pablo Escobar” and who “non-” threatened me just the other day. I’m not allowed on my own street, he said, as I don’t belong there, I don’t live there, even though I’m just a couple of houses away. It’s like, in the winter-time, my back yard is shaded by his trees in the afternoon.

Irony of ironies, he’s actually trespassing on my property, where he doesn’t belong. Hahahahaha!

Meanwhile, I had just given Shadow-dog breakfast, so he was busy and never saw the druggy intruder. Had the druggy guy actually jumped the fence, he would have met Shadow-dog much more personally, and then me, and then law enforcement.

Never a dull moment. :-)

Some have noted that I “carry” even while out for a few minutes in the back garden, watering the plants for the day and such. Well, yes, I carry. There’s a reason. Even at the break of dawn in an otherwise quiet neighborhood. Had I been out there thirty seconds earlier, believe me, this guy would have cut my head off had I not had the Glock with me.

We’ve had four beheadings in the area (for one of which I had to do the death notification to the family of the victim), plus lots of arsons, slashings and assaults and various and sundry other murders, yes, also on my “block”, just some houses away.

The 2nd amendment is great. Practice situational awareness!

Meanwhile, in the midst of mayhem, I’m always ever so calmly using that situational awareness first of all for flowers for the Immaculate Conception. More on that later.

Meanwhile, I have to laugh, as I cannot but recall a famous line in street-fighting: “You call that a knife? That’s not a knife. This is a knife:

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Cruising with DoD Intel and a great law enforcement encounter at midnight

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Every seagoing vessel needs proper rope discipline.

Every seagoing vessel needs proper maintenance of sailors. For me, La Croix:

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Off we go into the magnificent reservoirs in the back mountains here:

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This was truly a gift to be away from the drug-violence of town. Thanks to our retired officers for this super pleasant outing. I had a great talk with the wife of the Navy guy. Interesting that her first question was pretty much verbatim what the “CIA” guy was asking to all my parishioners a couple of years back. ;-) All good.

We had refreshing showers of rain drops from a cloud a good half-mile or more away:

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Very nice. Irish weather, I call it.

Let’s test your situational awareness in this next picture. Can you find what’s out of place? Try! (Hint: It has something do do with the power lines.)

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So, here’s a bit closer:

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That’s an Osprey nest. You know, of Ospreys:

OSPREY

I love it.

Afterward, we had a very pleasant meal with their neighbors, also lifetime Military Intel. This has now become a yearly event together. I think I’m the luckiest priest in these USA. Having said that a number of times on this outing, I immediately made the caveat that should my guardian angel hear that, I might be in trouble. I might just be having TOO much fun. So I begged him to be easy with me, because I’m so very stupid and know nothing of the providence of the Lord Jesus…

As soon as I got back on the road to come back across the mountains, I was greeted by a good dozen law enforcement officers, blue lights filling the midnight forests. Cruisers were all over the sides of the road and they were standing right across the road with flashlights. Not very safe that. Not in these times. Anywhere else they would simply have been run over.

  • My windows rolled down, hands on the steering wheel, I said: Good evening, gentlemen. Hope everything’s alright. I gotta say that I’m carrying appendix.
  • You got a permit for that?
  • Yes sir. (I show it to him).
  • Driver license?
  • Yes sir. (I show it to him). Anything dangerous in the county tonight?
  • No, no. We’re just checking.
  • Thanks to all you for keeping up with law enforcement for us. We’re living in some really weird times. All respect for you guys, thank you.
  • A whole chorus of officers responded together: Thank you for that. Thank you.
  • Me: You guys be safe out here.
  • Them: You have a good night now.

THAT’s how to do up a law enforcement stop. Don’t be the sovereign citizen. Don’t keep your windows rolled up. Just comply. Answer simple questions like about the permit and driver licence. These were totally cool officers. It’s not a police state. We should be thankful that we have any law enforcement whatsoever. It’s a thankless job. But we all depend on law enforcement. So…

Thanks to our Military. Thanks to our Law Enforcement.

P.S. And, yes, there were plenty of questions from all about religious everything. :-)

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American Dagger Moth at the rectory? Gun and dagger for a minister?

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Andrews, western NC, July 25, 2020. I doubt this is an American Dagger Moth, as the caterpillar – at least at this tiny stage – has no yellow fuzz at all, just smooth yellow, though with a multitude of dagger-life black spikes. It’s also sitting on a cucumber leaf, not up in various trees of its normal habitat. Maybe this is normal for the beginning stages.

Having said that, the biodiversity in WNC is immense, and the variations of the “norm” seen elsewhere are quite marked both in flora and fauna. Lots of “That’s unique!” going on here. I’m not sure if this one has both pros and cons. Some caterpillars are benign. Some inflict horrific health conditions. Some are to be especially tolerated for what they do later as moths and butterflies.

I’m no Lepidopterologist (I had to look that up…). I’m just putting this up for interest. It’s so easy to love the natural world that our dear Lord created:

  • “For what can be known about God is evident […], because God made it evident […]. Ever since the creation of the world, His invisible attributes of eternal power and divinity have been able to be understood and perceived in what He has made.” (Romans 1:19-20)

The Lord makes it ever so easy to walk with Him when out in the creation He created.


Meanwhile, me being me, I thought of my EDC when I saw the name “American Dagger”:

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This contraption is carried on the belt on the left side, just across from the appendix-carried Glock 19. The easy snap-in holster for the knife is attached to the paddle holster for the magazines, carried semi-horizontally for the quickest possible switch imnsho. The straight blade is 2.5″, just slightly longer than the American Dagger Caterpillar when it is full grown. The knife is upside down, if you will, as my left hand – weak hand – can grab it in what is already, then, an upside-up position for the hand straight out of the holster. Perfect.

The American Dagger Moth is quite benign, just like the caterpillar. The same goes for the Glock 19 and the knife. The knife is used all day long, in gardening, in opening letters and boxes. It’s a tool just like Glock is a tool. The caterpillar has spikes, tools that are useful in defense against unjust aggression.

Speaking of that, some say with a smile: “A minister with a gun?” finding this to be curiously humorous. When I mention that I’m also the police chaplain and that 2nd amendment capacities are prudent and moral, describing some of the situations one can and does get into accompanying officers, their exclamation turns into: “A minister with a gun!”, that is, no longer with a question mark, but with quiet admiration, nodding their heads in agreement.

Mind you, I’m not a law enforcement or any kind of officer. I don’t do that. But if someone’s actively pumping bullets into an officer, it’s entirely within the purview of the 2nd amendment for a citizen, a civilian, to exercise 2nd amendment capacities to protect a victim suffering from mortal unjust aggression wherein the imminent provision of death is actively in progress. One uses the least amount of force to repel that unjust aggression, whatever that least amount happens to be. It’s the last thing you would ever want to be involved in. It is what it is in this fallen world. Lest anyone think that there is such thing as unjust aggression at all, here’s just a few minutes with the great Kayleigh McEnany:

Our Lord has created the animals with tools for their defense.

The greatest of all prophets, John the Baptist, gave advice and encouragement to the law enforcement – even of occupying forces! – so that they too might be saved, not apart from their duties, but as they carry out their duties.

Our Lord Himself does not shy away from The Battle of The War. He also has the proper tools. And… and… He is the last one standing:

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A few scars to be sure in His hands and feet and side. He’s good with that. We thank Him for it. Amen.

Be the caterpillar, with great charity and goodness and kindness. But be the caterpillar. Our Lord expects it of you.

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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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1:53 pm EST prayers please

Incident in progress…

Update 4:40 pm – conditions changed perhaps for better… maybe ok…

Update 8:02 pm – people got tired of being dramatic in escalation. Bored is good. Over for now.

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Police Chaplains: detrimental to faith?

There are all sorts of chaplains. Yours truly is a Catholic priest. But am I, specifically, or is any other police chaplain a detriment to the faith? Are you ready for the answer? Hold on tight!

Who, I ask, is going to risk his life to assist in lessening hell on earth if not whatever kind of law enforcement? I mean, you know, directly. There really are bad and evil people who need to be assisted in halting their deadly aggression against everyone.

The lawless knuckleheads kill men and women, boys and girls, infants, babies, shooting, beheading, chainsawing, burning, melting in vats of acid until nothing is left. No, really: all the time, entire villages at a time, no exceptions in those towns, adding up over the decades now to hundreds of thousands. Mayhem. Chaos. The domain of Satan. So, let me ask again:

Who is going to risk his life to assist in lessening hell on earth if not whatever kind of law enforcement? I mean, you know, directly. There really are bad and evil people who need to be assisted in halting their deadly aggression against everyone. That putting on the brakes, my friends, is a contribution to the virtue of justice. Defense against unjust aggression is natural law. It is of divine right.

I have a good friend for whom I have much respect. We discuss things quite intensely. I love that. It’s a kind of rabbinic discourse, answering a comeback by raising the stakes with a provocative challenge begging for an answer which itself raises the stakes once again. Well…

This friend of mine played the devil’s advocate with my being a police chaplain, making me think, so that I might get around to publishing some thoughts about a Catholic priest who is busy in his parish also being a police chaplain, you know, writing then about whether or not also being a police chaplain is detrimental to the faith of the parish, that police “accompaniment” meaning that, in a fake zero-sum game, that is just how much I am not paying attention to my parish, failing in my duty just that much in my assisting our Bishop in his apostolic mandate to care for the souls given to him by the Lord, failing therefore in my duty to nourish those souls in the faith, failing in my duty to protect those souls from the wolves.

Let’s put that differently:

In being a police chaplain, do I fail my priesthood? Do I fail my parish church? Do I fail the diocese? Do I fail the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church? Do I fail Jesus? Do I fail His good mother, Mary Immaculate? In choosing to be a police chaplain, am I signing up to go straight to hell? Am I the devil’s puppet, Satan’s little play-thing? Am I racist? A white supremacist regardless of my pigmentation or lack thereof? Do I lack in honesty and integrity in being a priest who is also a police chaplain? Should I just go loot and pillage and commit arson and be… you know… on the right side of dialectical history?

Let’s put that differently again:

Are the police, of late, proving to be inhumane as a totality, so that ALL police officers are inhumane and also inhuman, so that they are not only in a basket of deplorables but are also irredeemable, rightly marginalized from any encouragement, any support, so much so, in fact, that all police must be discredited, defunded, disbanded, thrown on death row even for perfectly following protocol, agency policy, city law, county law, state law, federal law, the Constitution, natural law, God’s law to love one’s neighbor as oneself, they being at the read to lay down one’s life at any given moment? Is it downright harmful to the Church and to humanity to be a police chaplain?

This is insane, but let’s put that differently yet once more:

Is it impossible that any member of a police force belong to one’s parish family? It is impossible that any member of the police force could benefit from chaplain support? Are we all to just say: To hell with them all!?! Saint Michael, patron saint of law enforcement, protect us!

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If the police are thought to be so far out in the peripheries that we are not bother with them, then I answer in three ways:

(1) Pope Francis wants members of the Church to get over themselves, to stop being self-referential, self-absorbed. He wants that especially his priests and bishops to go out into the peripheries. I’m NOT saying that police are actually on the peripheries, even though the media and my interlocutor would present them as being such. Yours truly is a Missionary of Mercy of Pope Francis. I’m mandated to go out into the peripheries by the Pope. I say all that just to shut people up.

(2) But that’s not good enough. Let’s turn to the greatest of all prophets, Saint John the Baptist. The great Saint John pointed out the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world, thus setting the good example for any police chaplain, shielding any police chaplain from the unjust aggression of police-haters. Saint John went out of his way to encourage even the military occupation style of law enforcement of his day so that – get this – so that they might also be saved (see Luke 3:14). Get that? No, really: Get that?

(3) But that’s not good enough for some. So, let’s just go ahead and turn to Jesus’ take on such self-referential, self-absorbed idiocy:

  • “A thief comes only to steal and slaughter and destroy (the thief being play-acted by my kind interlocutor above); I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly. I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. A hired man, who is not a shepherd and whose sheep are not his own, sees a wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away, and the wolf catches and scatters them. This is because he works for pay and has no concern for the sheep. I am the good shepherd, and I know mine and mine know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I will lay down my life for the sheep. I HAVE OTHER SHEEP THAT DO NOT BELONG TO THIS FOLD. THESE ALSO I MUST LEAD, AND THEY WILL HEAR MY VOICE AND THERE WILL BE ONE FLOCK, ONE SHEPHERD. This is why the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down on my own. I have power to lay it down, and power to take it up again. This command I have received from my Father.” (John 10:10-18)

Again, this is not to say that any officer – because of being a police officer – does not belong to the the sheepfold of the Lord. This statement of our Lord is offered for the sake of my interlocutor, who was challenging me to defend my being a police chaplain. If our Lord Himself wants us all to help each out in getting to know Him  – and He does want that – then there should be no problem whatsoever in being a police chaplain. In that case, being a police chaplain is not inconsistent, contrary, or contradictory with being a parish priest. One’s ministry is not divided by being a police chaplain. This is not a zero-sum game. Our Lord Himself wants all to hear his voice. We all need to help each other in hearing the voice of our Lord so that there may be but one flock, one shepherd. That is His will. Anyone going against the will of the Lord is risking… risking what? You tell me.

Let’s put that a different way:

My interlocutor is saying that we are instead to be so self-righteous that we are not to evangelize, not to proclaim the good news, not to help others get to know Jesus even while these others might already know Him better than we do, that being beside the point, the point being that we, regardless of anything, are to try to help each other get to know Him, Jesus, all the better.

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Truth be told, some of our police officers are so keenly interested in the faith that they speak as do the Fathers of the Church and I am the one learning. Yes. How could it be otherwise? Christ also comes to us through others, whomsoever they may be, for it is the Lord who is working on all souls, having all of us help each other out in getting to know the Lord.

  • Does all that make for better policing? Yes.
  • Does all that make for great evangelization all around? Yes.
  • Does joy and enthusiasm for all that is good and holy and honest and patriotic and honoring of the Constitution of these United States make for a better society? Yes.
  • Does all that build up the Church, the Body of Christ, with Jesus the Head of the Body and we the members of the Body? Yes.

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Finally, again, my interlocutor is a great guy, entirely pro-police, but he’s really, really good at baiting people to reach for excellence on any and every topic. Kudos to him.

There are not zero sum games when it comes to friendship with the Lord. Being a police chaplain in one’s parish does not take away from being a parish priest in that same parish. It is one. Jesus is the One. He’s the only One.

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Rayshard Brooks: Police unlawfully charged

This is a few days old, but WELL WORTH the listen.

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Steven Crowder: Best ANGRY Pro-Police Rant

Language warning. He’s upset. Rightly so. If you’re in law enforcement on any level. You gotta listen to this. A must listen.

While you listen, remember that although there were two officers in the Atlanta Wendy’s event, there were also two Taser shots in the stolen Taser. Listen to the end. He’s not attacking “Christians” nor Catholics (“the Church”). No, no. He’s attacking those who are “pussies” in leadership, in the hierarchy.

Sorry, but I’m not offended by language, by the hurling of insults. For the “pussies” out there, do I really need to put up again my own rant supporting the insults hurled at others in the Hebrew Scriptures? Do I really need to reiterate the ferocious insults hurled at the enemies of all that is good by both Saint John the Baptist and Jesus? And by the way, for all the “pussies” out there, Saint John is the greatest of all the prophets, ever. You’re not. And Jesus is the Divine Son of the Living God, true God and true Man, who stood in our place, the Innocent for the Guilty. You “pussies” out there are not Him. Get your pussiness out of my life.

If any “pussies” think Crowder’s occasional F-bomb is over the top, so that you don’t listen to the content of what he’s saying, refusing to admit that you have ever once been (hypocritically) really angry in your life, I’ll give you one insult to start you off, about how it is that you prostitute yourself to a lusty political lover, who, then, we read: “lusted after her lovers [you “pussies” out there], whose genitals were like those of donkeys [!] and whose emission was like that of horses (Ezekiel 23:20).” Those “pussies” out there are f***ing their brains out with lust, with crooked finances, with self-aggrandizing political maneuvering, at the expense of Christ’s faithful, at the expense of the whole world. Those f*** words are in the Divine and Holy Scriptures inspired by the Most Holy Spirit. Yes. Go ahead, read from the beginning of that chapter, Ezekiel 23:1… By the way, I’m dropping my own F-asterisks-exclamation and that very specific quote analogously about politicians and church leaders today for a very specific reasons. Yes. And there are going to be a lot of people who will be able to do me a lot of damage for my calling out their hypocrisy, both near and far. So be it. But let me concentrate right now on far away (not so far away by way of internet):

How dare Pope Francis congratulate the Bishop of El Paso for kneeling in front of BLM, whose main objective is to murder police. Just. Wow.

  • BLM CHANT: Pigs in a blanket, fry ’em like bacon.
  • BLM CHANT: What do we want? Dead Cops! When do we want it? Now!

Again, when you listen to Crowder’s rant, remember that although there were two officers, there were also two Taser shots in the stolen Taser. Also, where is that unreleased video from which a mere singular frame was provided? That’s extra work to do that. Why was that done?

  • I almost forgot my disclaimer: I’m a police chaplain. Does that make a difference? No. It doesn’t. I’m a human being. So are the police officers. And so are the enemies of this Constitutional Republic under God by the Rule of Law. I’m a chaplain for the police, but that’s because I’m a chaplain for everyone, even for the perps and “pussies” out there, to convert them and bring them to Jesus.
  • Oh, another disclaimer: I do believe with all my heart and soul and mind that ALL LIVES MATTER. Jesus redeemed us all. He wants us all to assent to salvation, keeping the commandments, demonstrating that we love God and love neighbor. God is Love. God is also Truth. Don’t forget that. The Truth. Jesus said it. He’s also the Way. Any “pussies” out there are not the Way, the Truth, or the Life. Any “pussies” out there are not God.

Are any “pussies” out there offended by this? Really: go read Ezekiel 23. Now. Get the full context. Or are you afraid?

Are there any political-law-enforcement politicians out there offended by this? Really: go read Ezekiel 23. Now. Get the full context. Or are you afraid?

Thanks, Steven Crowder. For those of you who think you’re too good and all sufficient not to listen to Steven’s rant. Think again. It’s not all that long. It’s rather riveting.

But again, I insist that my disclaimer about being a police chaplain means nothing, as I would say all of the above regardless of being a police chaplain:

By the way, that level 4+ ballistic vest with side plates is meant to help keep me useful in any untoward event. Ballistic vests are defensive. They’re not meant to be “scary”. If I had a vest that was actually concealable at level 4, I would do that. The rest of the molle-carry is all innocent: a PFAK prepared by an EMT-friend specifically for bullet wounds and such of any who need immediate pre-EMT assistance for any bleed-out events, two different styles of tourniquets, a midsize Olight to see what’s happening with medical assistance or with ongoing threats, a window-breaker/seat-belt cutter, an easy to use GoPro, the phone-cradle (the phone being used for the picture at the moment) with the phone normally going in back to front for unobtrusive secondary recording and emergency communications. 

The rest is EDC and has nothing to do with anything with my being a police chaplain. That’s just my 2a rights like any other civilian-citizen of these USA. Of course, those rights include being at the ready to assist in efficiently averting any threat that is, say, already pumping bullets into one or more of our properly acting officers. This town is one of the most violent druggie towns in the five State area of western North Carolina, western Virginia, East Tennessee, north Georgia, northeast South Carolina. Since there are so many licence plates from Florida, New York and Texas, I’ll include them too. Why that ill-gotten fame is the case is for a possible future post…

Finally, I have to say it because people may get the wrong impression. This priest is intent on bringing Jesus’ love and truth and forgiveness and truth and happiness and truth and fortitude and truth and goodness with kindness and truth to all: Jesus’ Love and Jesus’ Truth. Jesus is the One. He’s the only One. We’re not the ones. Jesus is the only One. But Jesus is also fierce in His insistence on love and truth. And so is the Holy Spirit. “Pious” ears will be offended. So very offended. They should grow up and see what the Holy Spirit has for the Churches. Or in all of their fake self-serving softness they might well end up in hell. There. I said it. Read Ezekiel 23.

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