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Ram’s heads, Dolphins, Flying Crosses


Dunno why, but various of the military officers in the parish who have retired out of armed services have been showing me various of their medals and devices and such. Above is a Ram’s Head, which refers to the Army’s specialized mountain forces. I put this up also calling to mind a youngster who just got his Ram’s Head, and is heading off to the Middle East. Below you’ll see plenty of medals and, in pride of place, the Dolphins.


distinguished flying crossYou’ll see the “V” for valor on the bar just below the Dolphins.

I bring this up today because the fellow with the Ram’s Head is intent on getting the citations for my dad’s Distinguished Flying Crosses, both awarded for some sort of cleverness, but I think the explanations might still be classified. It might take an act of Congress, and that’s what he intends to do. That might open up some other doors…

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When the Executive Office of POTUS becomes a den of terrorism: analogy

Jesus Boy Sacred Heart Cross

Some twenty years ago a nine year old boy in one of my parishes on one of the many continents where I’ve served as a priest came up with the above drawing all on his own. It is the most profound theological statement I’ve seen come from anyone anywhere in my entire life. And, I must say, I’ve known many holy and extraordinarily talented people, some unknown to others, some canonized or who have their canonization in the works. Very inspiring the insight of this little boy in the very friendship he has with Jesus. It’s all about Jesus.

POTUS Executive Office

Not much of a surprise, then, to get a visit to that blog post from the New Executive Office Building of the President of these United States taking umbrage with this little boy, that is, in mid-June of 2012, well into the years of the Obama Administration.

POTUS Executive Office Robert blog visit HSH stat

Let’s take a closer look at that:

POTUS Executive Office Robert blog visit HSH tracking

POTUS Executive Office Robert Terrorist

Avatar of “Robert” the terrorist, I.T. guy in June 2012 Executive Office of POTUS

So, in other words, a supervisor sends the link to the post on my blog to his underling who’s supposed to “take care of it”. The underling is given this task because he has no qualms in terrorizing a little boy who is good friends with Jesus, you know, on government computers on government time. Why do I say that? Not just because the underling el creepo guy calling himself “Robert” uses a creepy avatar reminiscent of […], but because he left a link to his own private blog which was a hate site rationalizing and promoting the genocide of anyone anywhere who has anything to do with religion. So, what we have is someone who wants the death of anyone religious attacking a little Catholic boy who loves Jesus, rendering this attack from the most powerful office of any political leader anywhere in this sorry world. Well now, that’s a bit of a fright isn’t it? Such cowards, “Robert” and his supervisor and the Obama Administration. Creeps all.

It took about two more seconds for “Robert” to redirect a link in that post to what seems to be his own hacking page I.P. collection site, but also to block my entire blog:

POTUS Executive Office Robert hack

Freedom of speech and the free exercise of religion and all that, right?

Well, “Robert” let himself be a fall guy for the cause when I made a bit of a stink about this. He totally disappeared from the face of the earth for exactly a five year stint. ;-) Then, when he got out, so to speak, the first thing he did with his D.C. jaded eyes (hint hint hint), was to take down anything and everything about how he made his own way (hint hint hint). This was just recently, in this past year of 2017, and is still continuing until just now. He’s out…

Now then, of a sudden, my present stalker who baits me for various and now discernible reasons that I’ve baited out of him with my own baiting of him to have him reveal himself all the more has come upon the scene in the midst of a long line of coincidences that are just jaw dropping. Very interesting, really. And easy peasy. Especially because, having spent a life in analyzing texts and, in providing formation to seminarians, in analyzing people on every level, and having the burden of some years, I’ve seen it all before, so very many times. It is to laugh. Sorry, but I do laugh.

Those who lie so as to bait for a profession, to draw up, you know… – and there are plenty of those; I know many; a very hard life, that, ughhh – are never really super good at what they do because we are not created by God constantly to manifest un-truths. It’s to be seen in the slip from the statement to the assertion provided as a rationalization. The tone is always the same. It’s like a polygraph indicator. They have an especially difficult time those who have the pretense to mock religion as a fake believer who is really a fake atheist, first being ultra-tradional-ism-ist, then being a filthy, filthy liberal, then being simply one who is a stalker, researching, researching, researching, thinking they have discovered the “code” of humanity, of religion, of reality, of what really makes people tick, you know, in mere reaction to what’s been researched, a kind of dialectic on the way to UTOPIA, thinking to have broken the upper levels of KRYPTOS  in this way (just the opposite: get it?) but they have no interior realization of what it all means, always on the outside, closing the split, spinning in predictable vortex, all in “languages” they don’t understand from the inside, like trying to memorize an ultra complex maze from the inside and then seeing it all from above, but not realizing that there are hidden underground tunnels and the method of understanding is something to be drawn into but never established by oneself. Whew!

I have a lot of respect for my not-so-Kryptic stalker guy. Really smart. Refined. Who knows how to research (though he has a lot of resources). Who knows how to lie (well, inasmuch as that’s possible). He needs some lessons. ;-)

Just to say, the things that he balks at mocking are most interesting, exactly what I would expect from someone in his profession, but only if he actually knew something about me. All very professional. I like that. I think I would actually like this stalker guy, not “Robert”, but the stalker guy. He’s really very humorous. Like a brother in arms. If I’m right about who he is, I have to say: Chapeau! We should talk about CCS. We should talk about EA. We should talk about CT. Your call, stalker guy.


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Going to war on Armistice-Veterans Day

Of course the highest aspiration of our Veterans is peace. Of course the determination of our Veterans is to support that peace with what it takes: courage, valor, integrity…

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Armistice-Veterans Day: MIA-KIA?

arlington national cemetery

The surest sign that there is a lack of patriotism in a country is when people jump up to ensure that we make a distinction between Memorial Day and Veterans Day, the one being for the dead and the other for the living.

Here’s the deal: the living Vets thoughts and prayers on this Veterans Day go to their brothers who died in battle.

Lest we forget.

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Veterans Day – Reagan’s Speech 1985


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Days-off preparing for *The Day Off* Remembrance of USSOCOM *David* Suicide and Thanksgiving


This massive cross is at the entrance to the property on which the hermitage is to be found. The neighbor is a welder and created this from the downspouts that were being replaced at the parish church which is to be found way down the mountain.

This is where I often come for my day off, during which I often get in some target practice. As it is, I’m practicing quite a bit, as, at Thanksgiving, I may well be here once again, and an old friend will be attendance with some other extended family. The old friend may well have some special effects, if you will, to try out while doing a bit more target practice, or scenario based training and drills.

For those who are a bit cynical of all this “violence”, please know that all this can be quite healing, the get-togethers and the special effects and conversation about old times and hopes of heaven and the present trouble-making we all get into happily. We’re just trying to deal with the mistake of this old friend’s top-tier buddy who took too many pain killers the other week, leaving a small child of whom he had custody, the wife having abandoned them long ago. I wonder if the military provides for dependents in such circumstances. Anyone?

If you know what “top-tier” means, then you know that that buddy, *David*, had seen a hell of a lot of hell already in his short 39 years. These USSOCOM operators are made up of the 75th Ranger Regiment, the Green Berets, Delta and the Navy SEALs DEVGRU.

Hey! An idea! Soup kitchens at thanksgiving are often busy places. Whatever you might do there, how about one other thing… Do you know any Vets who are stuck in V.A. hospitals who would enjoy a family thanksgiving even if their own families have abandoned them? Don’t know anyone? But the hospital might be able to tell you if there is anyone who is eligible for a day trip. Just a thought. I mean, after all, the way to celebrate thanksgiving is to say Thank You in an effective way, right? Yes. We say thanks to God, but the second commandment, love of neighbor as oneself, is like the first commandment, love of God, right? Yes. Just a thought…


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U.S. Army Sgt. La David Johnson, my hero, because you knew it when you signed up for it. Thank you.

special ops deaths

U.S. Army Sgt. La David Johnson, 3rd Special Forces Group (Airborne), one of four American soldiers killed in Niger, second from left in picture above, knew that he might be killed when he, the “Wheelie King”, signed up for the military in service of these United States.

To Democratic Congresswoman, Rep. Frederica Wilson, such an assertion must be false, as if anyone who would risk his life for his brothers and for his country by signing up for the military must be insanely stupid, as if no one would ever be so generous as to lay down his life for his friends. To Wilson, signing up for the military must simply mean another whatever job with no particular risk ever.

But to lay down one’s life for one’s friends by signing up for the military while knowing the risks – and he surely did – is not stupid; it is generous. But to say it is stupid to that soldiers’ loved ones is to attempt to skew their understanding of the heroic nature of signing up for the military in the first place is it not? This would be a viciously insensitive manipulation on the part of the Congresswoman for private political gain. In my opinion, this is a disservice to his loved ones. Horrific, really. It betrays, it seems to me, a spirit of disrespect for America and for Americans by the Congresswoman. What a shame.

I sincerely hope that his family is able to step back from this controversy in times to come and see the heroic nature of his signing up to the military in the first place.

As a priest, if I were to have the great privilege of being a martyr for Jesus, laying down my life for my friends with the love and truth and goodness and kindness of Jesus, witnessing to His love and truth and goodness and kindness to the end, however politically incorrect in a fallen society, I would love it if Jesus were to present me to our dear Heavenly Father saying of me that I knew what I signed up for. Indeed, I signed up for the love and truth and goodness and kindness of Jesus, and that, my friends, is politically incorrect, enough so that Jesus Himself said, “As the Master, so the disciple.”

Just to say it, when Jesus was obedient to His Father, He also knew what He signed up for, and I thank Him for his generosity. And just to say it, Mary, Jesus’ Mother, knew what she signed up for as well, and I thank her for her generosity as well:


If Trump didn’t say the words about him knowing what he signed up for, he should have, as it speaks to the ultimate generosity.


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Trump, Tillerson, Pompeo, Sessions vs the self-serving swampish underlings: “Gray Area” – right or wrong or clever?


“If you see something, say something.” If a tree falls in a forest with no one around to hear it, does it make a noise?

The bear that screams as it is crushed to death can’t even hear itself as it dies. Is that what the tree wants in falling? Sorry to be so cryptic (except to a few), so cynical (no choice on my part at this point). The country is not being served by the unpatriotic swamp who put peoples’ lives at risk.

“If you see something, say something.” If a tree falls in a forest with no one around to hear it, does it make a noise?

Today may be an interesting day.


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Listen up NFL! Vietnam War Memorial Moving Wall moved us to tears. You?



I went over to one of my “shut-ins”, “Mr Win”, to see if he was up to taking a wheel chair ride at the memorial today. Couldn’t do it. So I said I would go to the Wall for him and take back a stencil of the name of a friend of his, Arthur J Elliot II. One of the guides there gave me this medallion for him. That already about set him to tears, as did the stencil…

arthur j elliot II

Elliot was a Lieutenant Commander, a Navy Seal, who was in charge of setting up ultra-temporary tactical forward operating bases. Mr Win (finally a Full Bird as they are called) was in charge of logistics. The commander of the entire war effort in Vietnam was having a meeting with Elliot and Win. “Can you supply what’s needed?” he asked. “Yes,” said Win. Later, Win went down to the docks at their base in the Mekong Delta, asking the whereabouts of Elliot. “He no longer exists,” he was told. “What do you mean he no longer exists?” asked Win. “He took a B-40 right to the chest. Nothing left, sir.” A B-40 is a rocket propelled grenade (RPG).

B-40 RPG

The guy got his heart ripped out.

And the NFL can’t put their hands over their hearts during the National Anthem…

The mobile wall is called the Moving Wall for a reason. You can’t but weep.


I was shown the following picture which I later in the morning showed to Mr Win. He said that this was an absolutely typical scene of a Catholic Mass being said immediately after the guys would come back in from combat:

Mass after battle in Vietnam - Father Kevin Devine

The priest pictured, Father Kevin Devine, is still alive as far as we know. It’s Father Kevin who supplied my guide at the Wall with this letter of a young man to his parents, written just before he was killed in combat. I read this to Mr Win and, of course, we both got choked up. It’s as if he wrote it today in the midst of the NFL protests:


Please share this! Honestly!


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National Anthem: Star Spangled Banner – Meaning of “hireling and slave”

This is put up again because misunderstanding of the National Anthem is reported almost daily until today. Fake news continues. Let’s do some analysis.

O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust.’
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


The lyrics were written in 1814 by Francis Scott Key about the Battle of Baltimore fought against the Brits’ Royal Navy in 1812. The Brits just wouldn’t let it go, and had to engage again, and so lost again, almost thirty years after the end of the Revolutionary War. The Royal Navy would enlist mercenaries, the “hirelings” mentioned in the third verse, and enslave Prisoners of War to fight for them as well, the “slaves” mentioned in the third verse.

Why do I insist on this having nothing whatsoever even remotely to do with black African slaves when Key himself was a slave owner who lived long before the American Civil War? Because of the purpose of the song and what it is describing, that is, a particular night of battle in the harbor of Baltimore against the Royal Navy in which hirelings and slaves were employed in the battle by the Royal Navy, surely other Brits or POW American military.

Even if a tiny percentage of these hirelings and slaves happened to be black Africans, possibly most recently from the United States, the mentions of those hirelings and slaves wouldn’t refer to any previous status of slavery, but only to the slavery imposed by the Royal Navy on any POWs. To win this battle in Baltimore, there would be no interest in going to, say, Mississippi, and killing hirelings and slaves. To hold that to be the meaning of the words is simply ridiculous.


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Going to Guadalupe? Pay the Mexican Military Cartel cash or die. It’s that bad.

ak 47 ammo

We had a wedding last Saturday in the parish. The couple went to Mexico for their honeymoon. They reported back that there are now military checkpoints everywhere in Mexico. They don’t ask for documents or other useless rubbish. They want money, only. If you refuse, they let you go, but they call ahead to inform the drug cartel in whatever area that you refuse to donate to their cause. The cartel stops you, and simply kills you as an example for others. This makes me upset inasmuch as my identity was used for arms transfers to the Sinaloa Cartel just when Joaquín “El Chapo” Archivaldo Guzmán Loera (now imprisoned along with his “godson”) started to terrorize innocent civilians, the government, the politicians, law enforcement and, finally, the Church.


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CS Lewis & Jesus: hero worship idiocy

cs lewis abolition of man

Just say people think they are all sincere when they say “Thank you for your service.” But of those sincere people, some will turn out to be traitorous and other true patriots:

  • The ones who strive to follow the example of service given by those whom they are thanking get it and are true patriots.
  • The ones who treat those whom they thank as Martians whose example is not to be taken because there is no analogy of service that can be made [not true] are the ones who don’t yet know that they already have an entitlement spirit (entitled not to serve but be served), a traitorous spirit; thinking they are entitled not to be incriminated by the service of others over against their own lack of service, they will mock the very ones whom they thought they were sincerely thanking not long before: “We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful” (-C.S. Lewis: Abolition of Man).

So, make the analogy with Jesus:

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites. You build the tombs of the prophets and adorn the memorials of the righteous, and you say, ‘If we had lived in the days of our ancestors, we would not have joined them in shedding the prophets’ blood.’ Thus you bear witness against yourselves that you are the children of those who murdered the prophets; now fill up what your ancestors measured out! You serpents, you brood of vipers, how can you flee from the judgment of Gehenna? Therefore, behold, I send to you prophets and wise men and scribes; some of them you will kill and crucify, some of them you will scourge in your synagogues and pursue from town to town, so that there may come upon you all the righteous blood shed upon earth” (Mat 23:29-35 NAB)

If we build the tombs of the prophets it has to be done with the attitude of thanking the prophets for convicting us of our sin. If we thank service members for their service it must be done with the spirit of striving to follow the example of service that is given.

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Thoughts during July 4 fireworks for a military brat of ten-year USMC fighter-attack pilot: Checkerboarders


The local volunteer firefighters again invited me to do the blessing for their safety just before heading off into the field to light up the darkness. We thank the Lord, Saint Michael and Angel Guardians that it all went well.

Meanwhile the families of the firefighters and firefighters in training and EMTs and police and police in training were at the minimum distance away. There was gunpowder bits and firework rubbish falling on us, and the occasional bit of still fiery firework would fall in the grass right in front of us (but not on or behind us).

Meanwhile my dad, George Byers, Jr., getting shot down in North Korea while Squadron leader for the Corsair Checkerboarders, came to mind. Having anti-aircraft fire (DShKM) take out your engine, covering your windows with engine oil isn’t a great experience. He did survive, of course (I’m here!). He crashed it on a beach in between the cliffs jutting out into the ocean. I once did the google earth thing and I think I found just where it happened. He said a ground force of his own USMCs came and picked him up. But I’m sure that that kind of thing stays with you, a bit of PTSD. It happens. Nothing you can do about it. PTSD doesn’t say you’re weak. It says that you’ve been willing to lay your life down in service of your fellow man, which also includes the North Koreans. I mean, he wrote poetry about the peasants in their rice fields, flying just over their heads on the way to take out a munitions train or rail bridge used for military purposes. He had the utmost respect for these people, and his being of service for them would make him write diary entries of his own dreams for political life in these USA. The USMC at Andrews in Washington would put him through Georgetown law school to start him on his way while he continued training the guys how to fly.


Not my dad’s plane, but this is what he said it looked like, what with the prop becoming like a food-mixer beater. Lt. Joe Bibby, the pilot of this plane, also survived.

Meanwhile I am reminded of John Adams’ words about illuminations (=fireworks, which were invented, by the way, in the 7th Century AD):

[This day] of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more.

Meanwhile we thank our military for protecting the Constitution of these USA and the free exercise of religion which we enjoy. The solemn acts of devotion include public acts of prayer, including, of course, Holy Mass, when the Word of the Father became incarnate and we saw the glory of God, the light shining in the darkness. The “illuminations” recall not only the violence of the battle on the ground or in the sky, but also the illumination, if you will, of the glory of God who, Incarnate, dies on the Cross for us in the most ferocious battle of the most ferocious war. All that went into the prayer just before the “illuminations” began. A wonderful, memorable evening. I just love being a priest.


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Stalking a Vietnam Vet with repeated complex desecration of his USA Flag

american flag upside down

One of our elderly Vietnam Vets in my parish territory (up in otherwise ultra-conservative Graham County) has been subjected to multiple nightly attacks on his American Flag. In the morning he finds that it’s been damaged, turned upside down, rehoisted, but with the ropes tightly knotted so that he has to cut it down. He now stays up at night, waiting to catch the perp, who, apparently, watches the watch, and so hasn’t yet been caught.

This isn’t just a prank. This is well thought out in advance and is insisted upon; it’s ideological. There’s a difference between once-off insulting of the flag by way of emotion on the one hand, and stalking people on the other hand. And it seems to me that this is stalking. This is meant to de-spirit this particular Veteran. Stalking is a crime. This perp needs to be put in prison.


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I thank you today, President Reagan, Sir

Make the analogy with this ecclesia militans, with each united to the One Warrior, Mary’s Divine Son, the Prince of the Most Profound Peace. Go to Confession. Go to Communion. The Church must win this war. Fight as if the issue of the whole struggle depended on you alone because you are one with the One Warrior. Act in His goodness, His kindness, His Truth. And be close, very close, to your guardian angel, who sees the face of the Most High, the Living God.

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When’s the last time you peed-in-your-pants-laughed, a great time in life?

Some guy put a few clips together with Navy Seal guy David Rutherford giving a bit of instruction. I like it. I like it a lot. Draw the analogies with your own life, whatever your circumstances happen to be.

For instance, he mentions being mentored and mentoring, a huge part of the daily life of any priest who takes his priesthood seriously with not only spiritual direction and confession, but also just guys of like mind getting together, which is important. This past week I had a lot of days like this entire speech, which I so much enjoyed I just about had a pee in my pants laugh with a bunch of great guys who likewise erupted into pretty intense spontaneous laughter as we, of course, went on solving all the problems in the Church and world. Not levity, this. No. Just really good times. I love being a priest. One of the guys is on a very fast track to getting the nod by the Combat Applications Group (Delta Force). Really great guys. We’ll be keeping in contact.

Again, there’s much here that is applicable to everyone’s life, even if… even if… we are no longer in good health as the years have slipped by, even if circumstances in life have had our friends not only abandon us but betray us, even if God Himself seems distant and that we are being smacked down so that it seems our very bones are being crushed, as the psalmist says. This is what all the saints go through, and at such times it is our guardian angels who come to the fore, Jesus Himself, our Blessed Mother, heaven itself. Quite the team, that. And the fire of the Holy Spirit inflames.


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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Halliburton, Redstone Arsenal edition)

flores avalanche

This avalanche of flowers on one tree are just outside the one room apartment of a 92 year old lady I visit regularly on the most remote ridge on the Appalachian Trail. She knows what the real battle is while we are in this world, the battle for souls, to help them know Jesus, to help them get to heaven. She’s most dedicated to our Lady.

Not that she doesn’t know about everything to do with the war efforts of this world. She was born some six or seven years after the First World War, growing up as a military brat, so to speak. By the Second World War, she was assistant to the top brass in what has a long history of familiar names, going from  Chemtronics Superfund to Oerlikon Tool and Arms Corporation to Celanese Corporation to Northrop Carolina Incorporated back to Chemtronics but as a subsidiary of Halliburton. To this day she still has the top brass associated with Redstone Arsenal visiting her. Redstone is historically over the Halliburton chemical waste nightmare mentioned above.

Completing the triangle over the back ridges of the mountains here is a military installation around Knoxville, just over the dragon’s tail, as they call it. But surely the existence of liquid plutonium in the midst of all this is controversial, you know, just like it is controverted as to whether Pluto, after which it is named, is even a planet. This would be a total destruction objection in any war, the number 3 target, only some miles away…

Meanwhile…. meanwhile… real life goes on, life which will last forever, and for which we must prepare, as it will be our time much, much sooner than later before we come to know the results of the battle for souls that we are in now. Saint Paul speaks of this battle:

Ephesians 6:11-18 — Put on the armor of God so that you may be able to stand firm against the tactics of the devil. For our struggle is not with flesh and blood but with the principalities, with the powers, with the world rulers of this present darkness, with the evil spirits in the heavens. Therefore, put on the armor of God, that you may be able to resist on the evil day and, having done everything, to hold your ground. So stand fast with your loins girded in truth, clothed with righteousness as a breastplate, and your feet shod in readiness for the gospel of peace. In all circumstances, hold faith as a shield, to quench all (the) flaming arrows of the evil one. And take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. With all prayer and supplication, pray at every opportunity in the Spirit. To that end, be watchful with all perseverance and supplication for all the holy ones.

The Immaculate Conception stood in the midst of the battle on Calvary next to the one Soldier who lays down His life for us, but then rises from the dead. It’s enough to make you want to give our Lady a veritable avalanche of flowers.

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Depoliticizing FBI: Field Agents relieved

twa flight 800

Depoliticizing TWA Flight 800 by the FBI would also be a good idea. I tried to make that clear to a handful of FBI agents who took special interest in me very close to the time of the event. That interrogation lasted, if I remember correctly, about twenty minutes. I guess they thought that I was somehow the guy who somehow, in some way was responsible for the missile. 

Anyway, I’ve always held that proof of depoliticization comes about when admission of past failures is made with corrections to procedures made with effective congressional oversight.

Regarding Hillary Clinton’s emails, Trey Gowdy tried his best, but Mr. Comey was, in my opinion, entrenched in “reasoning” lacking any syllogism known to man. Mr. Comey, inaccurate as the day is long, got fired. There was no love lost between him and any of the rank and file in the Bureau. They didn’t know what to do any more, what with Hillary seeming to escape justice not according to the Department of Justice or any judge, but in the opinion (who cares?) of Mr. Jimmy Comey himself.  Trey Gowdy would be a good fit to replace him, as he wouldn’t pull any punches in doing investigations. That’s an FBI I would tend to trust.


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Buffalo Springfield For What It’s Worth. Surprise Intent of Stills’ Lyrics against tender snowflake paranoid violence.

buffalo springfield

Stephen Arthur Stills of 1960s Buffalo Springfield fame penned “For What Its Worth”. Recall that he’s Canadian and that, in pre-1982 Canada, “justices of the Peace had the authority to impose a six-month jail term on anyone carrying a handgun.” [[I’ve been corrected for that in the comments. Seems he’s American. Which only reinforces my commentary here.]] The song “For What Its Worth” has always been taken as a protest, anti-gun jingo. But it’s not. One might think from a glance of the Wikipedia article that Stills might be on the protest side of things:

“In November 1966, Stills composed his landmark song, “For What It’s Worth”, after police actions against the crowds of young people who had gathered on the Sunset Strip to protest the closing of a nightclub called Pandora’s Box (contrary to later retellings by Stills, he was not present for the riot; rather, Buffalo Springfield was playing an engagement in San Francisco at the time).”

I was born in 1960 and so I was only a little kid when this came out. What did I know about anything? But I met a USMC guy the other day, perhaps 10 years older than me, who was a teenager at the time. He thinks it’s one of the best songs ever. No peacenik, he. Perhaps a fisking of the words is in order, as this will help tender snowflakes see that the ones they hold to be their gurus, such as Stills, weren’t the tender snowflakes people thought they were. Perhaps Stills was a bit adrift at the time, but he still carried some values of reason and civility from earlier baby boomer times.

In brief, it seems this song praises police action against out of control paranoid hippie rioters who cross over the line with violence and gunfire and need rightly to be “taken away” as the song says. Perhaps Stills, still going strong, might even say that he disagrees with my assessment, but he’s the one who wrote the lyrics. Whatever he intended then or now doesn’t matter so much as what the words actually say. I like what he wrote. I like it a lot.


There’s something happening here. [A violent riot in reaction to the closing of a night club.]

What it is ain’t exactly clear. [Stills is not automatically on the side of the rioters, is he? No. He’s calling for reason, for analysis. Good for him.]

There’s a man with a gun over there, [We don’t know who this is yet, whether a law enforcement officer or someone in the crowd. But for him, the presence of a gun from any source is not something he wants to see, though it may be necessary. The examination of the circumstances for the gun is the point of the song.]

Telling me I got to beware. [This sounds like an encouragement of paranoia from the guy with the gun, who is being annoyed with a reasonable assessment of the situation by Stills. The encouragement of paranoia is ideological manipulation which Stills disagrees with, and says so:]

I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound? [He’s reprimanding the protesters (“the hippie flower tender snowflake children”), telling them to stop, as, apparently, they are O.K. not only with the brandishing of a gun but with the firing of a gun (the “sound”), thus calling them out as actually being violent bullies.]

Everybody look what’s going down. [He can’t believe that what he was expecting to be a peaceful protest almost seems —  could it be? — to be pre-planned violence? He says it frankly:]

There’s battle lines being drawn. [This is a soliloquy falling on deaf ears, but he keeps going, perhaps thinking he will do some good for someone.]
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong. [He goes for the jugular, attacking Marxist dialectical ideology, whereby everyone is wrong, some less than others, but with violence for all being the only way to force any disparity into a leveled out utopia.]

Young people speaking their minds, [The Marxist Antithesis]

Getting so much resistance from behind. [The Marxist Thesis]

It’s time we stop, “Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down.” [Stills is frantic. But no one cares. The violence is intended to grow.]

What a field-day for the heat:
A thousand people in the street,
Singing songs and carrying signs,
Mostly saying, “Hooray for our side!” [He’s not saying that the police action is wrong. He is pointing out that the self-congratulatory signs are shallow ideology promoting might makes right on the part of the protesters. Mindless tender snowflakes are with all of their violence from hell.]

It’s s time we stop, “Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down.” [Then, after trying to get the attention of the protesters once again, he offers this overview of what’s happening:]

Paranoia strikes deep.
Into your life it will creep.
It starts when you’re always afraid. [Stills analysis is that Marxist dialectic violence comes from the frustration of cowardice, fear, with its lockstep reaction.]

You step out of line, they come and take you away. [O.K. This clinches this interpretation. The shooting of the gun is stepping out of line, and that makes for the justified reaction of law enforcement.]

We better stop, “Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down.
Stop, hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down.
Stop, now, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down.
Stop, children, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down. [Stills is stomping his feet now in a tantrum, though well justified. Basically, he’s frustrated with the tender snowflake bullies and continues to attempt to have them use a bit of reason. But, no, they won’t do it as this violence is what they always wanted from the beginning. I agree with the USMC guy I met the other day: great song! Good for Stephen Arthur Stills.]


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Flores for the Immaculate Conception (Militant Mother Mary edition)

This trillium appears to be a hawk just a nanosecond before snatching some prey on the forest floor at the hermitage. But how could something so delicate, for our Lady, in honor of the Most Holy Trinity by name, be militant? Just ask these lady slippers at the hermitage, now about a thousand strong and on the march (this being just one view of a massive patch on top of the ridge, the flowers not yet in bloom at this elevation):

flores lady slippers

The Song of Songs puts the question this way: “Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?”

In Genesis 3:15 we read that the Mother of the Redeemer is in a battle all set off from all others against the ancient dragon, Satan.

But that’s all just a spiritual battle you say? Put your sword back in your scabbard, Peter! Yes, Mary stood under the cross and Jesus stayed there until he died. Yes. I know. There was a reason for that.

And defense of the innocent is still a positive contribution to the virtue of justice. And the military and law enforcement are still necessary. John the Baptist offered advice to the military and Jesus worked miracles for those in the military, even speaking about no greater faith in Israel.

Could a soldier offer a flower to the Immaculate Conception? Could a police officer? Could a Federal agent, say, in the FBI? No? Really?

I’m still thinking of doing the FBI course for chaplains who assist law enforcement and who would make themselves available in emergency situations which are becoming more common. As I’ve mentioned before, training up in firearms of all sorts is part of that training, a sine qua non. That’s why I’ve been training up in firearms on my own, well, one of the many reasons. So far, I’ve been killing off some adhesive dots (with 15 rounds from the Glock 19 for each dot):




Of course, I know that standing and aiming doesn’t count. No adverse conditions. Being able to aim. When does that ever happen? But I was pulling the trigger about as fast as I could go, standing, both hands. Still to the left just a bit. I had tried shooting over the car, resting my wrists on the vehicle. Total failure, that. That’s only for rifles. The same for sitting down on the ground and resting my wrists on my knees. Total failure, that. That’s only for rifles. What that resting bit does is to change everything in the muscle groups in the arms. Not good. What doesn’t do this at all is lying prone. That works best for pistols. Glad to know. So, it’s either standing or lying down for me.

I wonder how many enemies John the Baptist and Jesus made in doing good for the military of the occupation. Lots of people thought they were from hell, I bet, possessed by Satan, the ancient dragon. I wonder if Mary can still be my mother…

I think so.


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