Snake in the grass at the rectory

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This fellow appeared last night. I’m thinking there is a brood of vipers under the rectory.

Despite the seemingly diamond shaped head, this just hatched serpent is surely NOT a baby Copperhead. It’s certainly NOT a baby Rattler, not even an Eastern of that ilk. I’m no herpetologist, but I’m guessing that the wide scale-plates on top of the head indicate that this kind of snake stays tiny. You would otherwise see a gazillion little scales. Maybe.

But it could get big, so that it’s perhaps a baby Eastern Black Racer, or Rat Snake, which anywhere else might be called a Bull Snake. They can get six feet long. Harmless. Beneficial. If you don’t have chickens!

He was let go in the Asparagus Patch. He can guard the spears from poachers, perhaps even underground moles who love to eat Asparagus roots.

Laudie-dog wasn’t invited to get a look-see, as she would instantly tear the poor creature to pieces. If one knows this, one can avoid it.

Shadow-dog was invited to get up close, nose to nose, and wasn’t nervous at all. Just inquisitive, and looking to me to know what to think of such a beast. I just let the snake go and so he absolutely didn’t care one way or the other. Gooooood daaaawgy!

Some notes:

  • We’re to be as clever as snakes even if as innocent as doves. One cannot actually be clever without being innocent. Being innocent develops cleverness right quickly.
  • Moses lifted up an image of the kind of snake that was killing the people in the desert so that all of those who looked upon it might live. Jesus said that He is that snake on the cross. He looks like us, we who kill each other off in sin, but He, standing in our place, the Innocent for the guilty, providing us life, having the right in His own justice to have mercy on us.
  • We are to beware, however, of the ancient Serpent, Satan, and we are to be aware of what Satan can do to certain willing parties, taking them over even though Satan makes them look good. Do you remember this scene of the false prophet, the anti-Christ, directed by the ancient Serpent, Satan?

SIGNORELLI ANTICHRIST

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She’s baaa-ack. So, where is he? Grrr…

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This is Mrs Cardinal, who’s presence means that Mr Cardinal is flitting about somewhere. I should have looked at Sassy the Subaru’s doors, under the side mirrors, to see if they were painted white with bird poop let go as he slams continuously into the mirrors, attacking his own image, no matter how much it hurts himself. Maybe he did himself in.

Now that‘s an image wide open to the making of analogies. Pointing fingers involves most being pointed back at oneself, right? What’s most important is that we help bring each other to Jesus.

Having said all that, yes, I very much like these kind of cardinals being here. I am reminded of the birds up in Minnesota, so many at the feeders and suet blocks, not only Cardinals, but Blue-Jays, Bluebirds and Goldfinches and Purple Finches and Finches and Waxwings and Mourning Doves and thrushes and owls from Barn to Great Horned, not to mention all kinds and sizes of woodpeckers, from the tiny Downy to the massive Pileated. On and on. It’s a good thing to rejoice in the creation of the Creator. Yes.

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“This is such a beautiful church!”

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That comment is to be heard frequently. I don’t know what people are expecting. Perhaps some unkempt nightmare? No. Not here. Parishioners love their little church and take care of it. In fact, we’re going to so some major (for us) renovations:

  • First off is the confessional. There will be no more possibility of face to face, with two windowed doors to two separate tiny rooms, the penitent side with a chair for the elderly and, of course, a kneeler. There will be a screen.
  • The entire floor will be redone.
  • All pews will be reupholstered.
  • There are plans to put in a marble altar, forcing the sanctuary to be redone, I’m thinking with an altar rail.

Meanwhile, other fixes are in the process, with windowed doors now going into the office area (I meet with people in other heavily windowed areas at the moment).

All is as it should be as we become ever closer friends with Jesus. The driving engine of all this in a time of crisis mind you, is the time we have for Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament. The heaviest times for Confession are during Adoration and before the Most Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.

Ah… That’s what’s being referred to! The souls of those who are drawn near to Jesus, those who make up the living Church. Yes, this is such a beautiful Church!

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Day Off: Seamless Garment edition)

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Driving into the yard of the neighbors to the hermitage was easy on such a dark and cloudy, dangerously stormy day, illuminated as all things were by the pear tree blossoms. An Immaculate Conception statue looks upon the scene from next to a nearby rosebush. Lightning also brought some light, accompanied with great audio: thunder! This (at the time) real-time video was provided by the neighbor as to what was happening just down the mountain:

Hail! Some were to be seen walking about confused, snow-shovels in hand. Floods were all around, with water just about up to the floorboards of Sassy the Subaru Forester. Cars were in the ditch, emergency vehicles (fire engines, law enforcement, ambulances, tow-trucks) everywhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, continuing up the ridge, prayers were said for the Bishop and priests of the diocese. And behold, one other lone flower for the Immaculate Conception was to be seen. I say it’s for her because it’s precisely here where it is somehow necessary to pray the Angelus and other Marian prayers. This necessity has been going on for seven years.

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But then it was time for other day off activities. Up went a target at seven yards away including the “A” body-box (8″ tall by 6″ wide) and a head-box (2″ tall by 4″ wide). This was for the supposed stage 4 of a surely outdated SEALs tactical pistol course, namely:

  • Two to the “body”, one to the “head” equal to or less than two seconds from a holster. My holster is “locked”, so that slows me down. Best was slow: 2.19 secs. My best ever was, I think, down in the 1.70s and 1.60s range.

It’s a perishable skill. Practice is needed. The extremely restrictive European Union rules limit ammo to 1000 rounds a year per person. Maybe I need more than that because I’m such a terribly bad shot. But more realistically, making sure that people don’t practice much makes people within the legal parameters dangerous.

After that drill, the pre-2001 Fed. Air Marshal course went up. 100% accurate and under-time for five stages, but DQ for being slightly but predictably overtime on a couple of other stages. Accuracy trumps quick every time however. It’s fun to shave off hundredths of seconds. But those other two stages need separate work.

After that, it was time to empty out a partially emptied mag at the series of swinging plastic coffee buckets. Starting to get used to wildly moving small targets.


 

Then it was dinner time at the neighbors with spiritual discussions lasting hours. Always so enjoyable. This time, the major topic was the cloak of our Lord for which the soldiers cast lots, being that it was of super-high-quality, being woven from top to bottom throughout. This was the garment that Jesus’ good mom would have made for Him, not the resplendent, gorgeous apparel that Herod had mockingly put on Him to send Him back to Pilate.


Two Notes on the Seamless Garment: 

  • There is a position in heretical moral theology blasphemously called the Seamless Garment, which has it stopping the threat of a murderous unjust aggressor in the defense of the innocent (which is actually a contribution to the virtue of justice) is equivalent to murdering the innocent (which is always an evil and admits of no excuse): a so-called “seamless garment.” No. They are not the same.
  • Mary, the true Woman of Genesis 3:15, is the “Mother of All the Living,” the title (in bad translation) that Adam tried to give his wife. Fail. Mary, the Mother of the Redeemer is, in good translation, the “Mother of the Entire Living-One,” what Saint Paul calls the Body of Christ, with Jesus as the Head of that Body and we as the members of that Body. How appropriate that the garment for this one Body of Christ be woven as a seamless garment. Good call, Mary. You are Jesus’ good mom, and ours.

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Intelligence Identities Protection Act 1982 PubL 97–200 50 USC §§ 421–426

The Intelligence Identities Protection Act of 1982 (Pub.L. 97–200, 50 U.S.C. §§ 421–426) makes it a Federal crime – enforced with a penalty of a fine or up to three years in prison or both regarding anyone with or without whatever security clearance and access / need to know – to compromise directly or by patterned indications an asset / agent in extremely broadly defined circumstances (as assessed by courts in view of the bias of relevant agencies), regardless as to whether the scope of such a law compromises the Constitution and Constitutional rights of citizens in good standing, including their right to protect the viability of their very lives. Intent doesn’t matter.

Questions:

  • When does justice and equity – the spirit of the law – begin to assert that “rogue” assets / agents are not allowed to destroy citizens in good standing at will, you know, just to protect their own salaries, stipends, perks, retirement packages, or even to protect  agencies from embarrassment about programs that gravely compromise necessary geopolitical allies?
  • When criticism of a program isn’t enough to stop the treasonous-esque behavior of “rogue” individuals, will the outing of whatever “rogue” agent / asset be allowed?

In this law, the answer to both questions is never.

I take that back. In the very law, it’s just fine for agencies to provide a pattern by which their agents / assets are indicated, especially in a quiet manner, in a counterintel fashion, especially if this is done with those who will thus be baited in turn into providing a pattern by which such agents / assets are indicated in a more general manner, with such citizens thus being manipulated into contravening this law and thus making them liable to being conveniently remanded to prison for years at a time, thus protecting the same agents / assets.

Interesting year, that: 1982. Very interesting.

Sometimes justice and equity, love of God and love of neighbor, push citizens in good standing to do the necessary at whatever cost to themselves. It’s not all about money and sex and power for all people everywhere all the time. No.

Indeed, there are those who, when cornered, when up against a wall, and wanting to do the right thing, simply do what’s necessary to find a solution, as in the video above, in which I rejoice. That video is very short, and well worth the watch. You’ll get the point.

The more cynical among us should understand that the cynical use of a law meant to thwart seemingly treasonous activities can itself amount to treason, with penalties much greater than some fine or even three years in prison. A word to the wise.

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Maybe the phone’s tapped…

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

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

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

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

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“This is me” Tatum Lynn

Instead of mere reaction to bullying, and therefore still being controlled by bullying, one is to be positive, rejoicing in life. I love it.

And you gotta know, in heaven, the tables are totally turned. But start here.

Thanks, Tatum.

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Have you met Howard? (In training?) Guns and the timid don’t mix.

The above video is illustrative of how criminals deal with those who have guns but are not adept at using them or psychologically or spiritually ready to use such stop-the-threat-tools. Those criminals will wipe the floor with you, and, unless someone else stops them as in the video above, they’ll just take your gun and shoot you with it.

This priest sometimes writes posts about guns on this blog. This could give people who are NOT ready to use guns the impression that they can do it: “If Father George can do it, we can too!” Why is that? Because I’m a priest?

I wrote about what the Department of Homeland Security says about this:

DHS Active Shooter Preparedness Program for churches

Added to that was the following comment of mine. In case someone missed it I’ll put it up again here. It’s desperately important for everyone’s safety:

I would NOT like to see parishioners participating in this program who have a concealed carry permit but who, other than their first qualification have never fired their stop-the-threat-tool, or have only rarely done so. I can see it now: fumbling around in a purse or ultra-complicated safety holster and with all sorts of unnecessary safeties employed on the gun itself, trying to figure out how to use for the first time red-dot sights or lasers with all their switches or not (depending), with batteries being useful or dead, with zero scenario training, zero indicator awareness, zero situational awareness, and therefore little possibility of recognizing and isolating a target and therefore being caught off guard with a lack of confidence and therefore way too much hesitation and liability to foggy confusion, and therefore with an increased possibility of causing friendly fire casualties.

I’m afraid someone is going to shoot their own foot.

Or even worse, meet Howard and not have the foggiest idea of how to deal with him.

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Summary of everything wrong with the Catholic Church in the USA

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I got this as an afterthought, that is, I suppose, as a joke. Someone put me on the mailing list of the AUSCP. It’s already too late for the “Register by March 31” discount. Hahaha.

I guess someone wanted me to see this and put it up on the blog as an example of all that is wrong with the Catholic Church in these USA.

  • I admit: “prayer” is mentioned. I bet that’s in the style of Los Angeles REC.
  • I admit: there is an icon pictured, but I have to wonder if that’s token bait.

Let’s review:

  • AUSCP wrongly says that it speaks for me, a Catholic priest. How arrogant of them.
  • AUSCP wrongly says that it co-promotes with Pope Francis the implementation of the vision and values of Vatican II. But that’s another rant.

What especially caught my eye and what about makes me want to vomit is the insistence of being embraced with “America’s most inclusive place for U.S. priests.” That’s not true. What about Cardinal Burke. And what kind of ultra-nationalist agenda is that, anyway? What about being inclusive of other priests from around the world, you know, like Bishop Athanasius Schneider, like Cardinal Sarah?

But you know what “most inclusive” means, don’t you? Sigh.

Let’s review again:

  • I don’t want their respect. I expect them to be aggravated with me, because I’m actually a Catholic and a priest and a believer, all three at the same time. The life of a Catholic priest is not about receiving condescension. It’s to be all about Jesus. He’s the One. He’s the Only One. No one has spoken about Jesus since what? 1962?
  • I don’t want their support. What does that even mean? A kind of accompaniment? The life of a Catholic priest is not about being served. It’s about being one with Jesus who came to lay down His life as a ransom for many. It’s about Jesus. He’s the One. He’s the Only One. And since Cupich is going to be there, I ask this: Are the thugs threatening Father Kalchik going to be there? Is Father Kalchik invited?
  • I don’t want their comfort. What is that? One better not ask. The life of a Catholic priest is to fulfill the saying of Jesus crucified: “As the Master, so the disciple.”
  • I don’t want their nourishment, the massive banquets that scream it’s all about me! Jesus said, “I thirst.” I would rather eat out of a much more familiar dumpster that eat at those sumptuous banquets.

Where are the followers of Jesus?

Where are the martyrs?

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Asparagus & Bacon recipe, edition)

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Returning to the rectory for just a second between hospitals and home visits the other day, I spied on what I guess is a welcome newcomer to the gang of Flowers for the Immaculate Conception providers out at the back creek bank. We shall see what appears as it springs up this Spring. :-)

There’s that. Meanwhile, there’s also this at the very beginning of April:

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And, another was to be spied spying through winterized concealment as the day warm up. And then more. We’ve seen other “asparagus” family relatives in the bluebells. But these aparagi(pl?) won’t count toward Flowers for the Immaculate Conception until the zillion red berries come out after the plants have been allowed to grow to full forest height (almost 9 feet this past autumn, if stretched out on the ground). But the next three months it looks like this asparagus bed will have to be harvested even daily.

Recipe?

What if I took the thick asparagus spears and wrapped them in bacon and put them on tin foil on a cookie pan and then placed them in the oven.

Question:

How long should they be in the oven and at what temperature?

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11 My Jewish mom? Her crippley kid

Only recently did all the pieces come together so that now I can say that mom was Jewish with Jewish parents and grandparents. She dissed Hitler and the Nazis all the time, but with a venom that the usual non-Jewish reductio ad Hitlerum crowd simply does not possess for lack of personal consequences.

Both mom and dad were protective of me, though I think for wildly different reasons. For dad, I think it was because he wanted me to follow in his footsteps on the one hand and didn’t want me to repeat his mistakes on the other. Diversely, mom understood that I would have been in the Nazi camps three times over:

  • I’m her son, and therefore Jewish: off to the camps.
  • I have an awful hereditary lack of an enzyme whose horrific consequences ending in death for about a third of patients (without medicines only developed in the 1970s) would have had me put down in the camps for that reason alone. No hereditary illness people allowed to live. Combine that with being Jewish and…
  • I was born a bit crippley, having a sideways curvature of the spine that I try to hide. Frumpy shirts help. But it’s still enough to get mocked by the more cruel among us if I don’t bother putting in the required effort. I also have a somewhat twisted left-leg, which I also, to my detriment, try to hide. I once ended up on crutches for months not that many years ago, having developed a rather severe radial fracture in the left Tibia because of trying to walk “normal” instead of the way the leg and foot necessitated. Sometimes people ask me about a particular limp, which is more or less pronounced or able to be hidden depending on the day. This crippleyness was already enough to be thrown into the ovens under Hitler, but combine that with the hereditary thing and then the Jewishness as well, and I would top all the lists for the next one to be put down.

I’ve written of this before, that is, the tension between correcting problems that can be corrected and not letting people find out those problems lest the more eugenic minded use me as an example of what to do in view of a “solution” to their own fears.

I’m guessing I had exactly what the little Forrest Gump character had as a kid, that is, special red orthopedic boots with rearranged insides. See the GIF above and this picture of me below. Those are my boots with me on the left. That wasn’t my jacket, which was borrowed just for the picture. Even then I was trying to look “normal” with both feet out straight, which took work to accomplish. It’s my left leg, trailing, that’s messed up:

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Dad was taking the picture. I remember that morning well – some 56 years later as I write this. But what about all the bars and such like Forrest Gump, you ask?

One day my mom brought home something special for me, but didn’t tell me what it was. When I wasn’t looking, she simply put a really large paper bag with a big box in it next to the bedroom of my brother and me. For some reason, perhaps from the loving but too solicitous tone of voice she used in telling me to go ahead and look in the package, I was apprehensive, which developed into a sinking feeling that all was not well. I asked permission to sit down near the top of the steps next to the bedroom door. I received an affirmative answer, but had failed in the ulterior motive of my quest to have her peek around the corner and up the stairs to give me even more reassurance. I left some space in front of me to take the package out of the bag and spread out its mysterious contents. But I was now so apprehensive that I just sat there for a minute, unsure of what to do. “You don’t have to open it,” she offered. Then, after a minute: “Did you open it yet?” “Not yet,” said I. She then added again that I didn’t have to open it and that she could just bring it back to where she got it, especially if I didn’t like it. My heart sank all the more as I took everything out of the package.

There were some very special shoes, boots really, which fit right over my ankles, and were reddish brown. I put them on. They fit perfectly, although they felt strange when walking in them. They had multi-level “saddles”, if you will, meant to realign my rather malformed heels. I remembered having been measured for them. At this stage, I didn’t even know how to tie the laces, so young was I. That knowledge would come along quickly enough. But I didn’t know quite what to do with the metal bars which went along the sides of the legs. I guess they were meant to twist my feet and legs around since one foot wanted to be perpendicular to the other.

I remember the whole scene in the orthopedic surgeon’s office quite a while before this, with him warning against the protestations of my mother that if I didn’t wear them, I would have real difficulty walking when I grew older. “He’s going to walk like a duck,” he said, imitating the waddling of a duck with some sarcasm, “you know, all pigeon toed,” he said, placing his feet wildly perpendicular one to to other. “No!” said my mom, all alarmed, but finally gave in to ordering the shoes.
The bars went back in and stayed in the box and I never saw them again. Some forty years later, when an orthopedic surgeon was discussing with me an upcoming surgery on the more twisted leg after it had been totally shattered in an accident, I asked if he could just kind of twist it about so that it would heal a bit straighter. “No,” he said, “the muscles and tendons that you still have wouldn’t know what to do. You would be worse off. Just rejoice in the way God made you.” He was right, of course. A few years later the spiral fracture mentioned above occurred what with the muscles and tendons working way too hard to have the leg walk straight when it actually couldn’t possibly do so. If I have to walk any great distance, my limping becomes exaggerated, even for days at a time, so much so that one of the Vatican Gendarmes, in seeing me walk below the Apostolic Palace in Vatican City, imitated my limping with great lurching steps I couldn’t possibly accomplish. Always good for a laugh, these guys.“You won’t have to wear them forever, just for a while, that’s all,” said my mom in a gentle voice from downstairs, not in view. She couldn’t bear seeing the expression on my face as I realized that I was a cripple of sorts and hadn’t even known about it. Little kids don’t notice such things. I placed the bars along my leg but couldn’t figure out the round bits and how they wrapped under the boots. Clanga-d-bang metallic sounds were abundant. “I don’t know how to put the bars on,” I said. “Just leave the bars in the box… You don’t have to put those on… Just try out the boots,” she said with gentle encouragement. And so, I was able to kick off the bars even before I put them on.

To the point: All this made me think that my mom and I did the wrong thing back in the early 1960s when I was just a tiny little kid, leaving the bars in the box as we did. She just couldn’t bring herself to let it be known that I needed a bit of extra help. She had had an extremely tough life, having some physical difficulties herself, and was scared to death by the Holocaust, and knew that I was her little Jewish boy and a bit of a cripple, and so indicated for the camps many times over.

Mind you, by the time I was trying on those boots and getting confused by the bars, those death camps were closed for some eighteen years and were in places far, far away. Not long enough a time, of course, and never far enough away. She did the right thing for me even when everyone else said it was the wrong thing. Thanks, mom, for loving me.

By the way and just to say, Nazis abound, also back in the day. The German immigrants who built the Cathedral in Saint Cloud, MN, used the buttressing architecture to point to the artistic designs they made with the brickwork highlighting the Swastikas they made on the Cathedral itself, all over the place. After I had made complaints about it, meetings were had, the result of which is that they wanted to keep the Swastikas so as to protect their heritage. It’s never in the distant past. It’s never far away enough. They say they’ve been removed a few years ago. Some? All? “They say” “pre-Nazi”. Pfft. The immigrants came about 150 years ago. So, 1870s. The German Nationalist party (Nazis for short) was long in existence. They were ramping up. The Nazi Swastika reverses the flow of nature, going against everything.

Thanks, mom, for loving me.

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Choosing targets for targeted churches The rule is: It’s not about you

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All churches, because they are soft targets, are targets. They have been for years. Cowards abound. They only hit soft targets.

Got a security team? Do they practice? Not really? Why is that?

In my experience, easy is the only way. No one is going to do something difficult.

Materials needed:

  • A political-election-sign-pigtail-wire carried by, say, Lowes. I get them by the handful since, with my bad aim, I’ll sometimes cut a wire with a bullet, usually and unhelpfully in the loop holding up the plate.
  • Dessert foam plate (7″), the flat bottom of which is about the width of the inside bottle of the QIT 97-99 targets, about the size of the “stop the threat box” for eyes and forehead. For example, here’s a donated 4″ splatter target pasted over the plate, useful if you have the target out at 75 feet. I guess. I haven’t used them.

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By the way and just to say, terrorist active shooter idiots are now much more commonly using body armor. Head shots are that four inch box. That’s it. I measured it out putting a ruler to my own face in a mirror. Even more, the box is half that height, only two inches.

Anyway, assembly and placement, not counting the pacing distances is five seconds:

  • Slip the plate into the top pigtail loop. I put it in at an angle (as seen above) so as not to interfere with the virtual vertical inside bottle. (3ss)
  • Pace out the distance for the stage of the course you’re doing.
  • Poke the wire into the ground, which doesn’t have to be level. (2ss)

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The rule is: If it’s too difficult, you’re not going to do it. The pig-tailed plate is sooo easy.

Massive paper targets or pre-printed on cardboard QIT targets still need to be attached to frames that need constructing (you’re really gonna do that?) and transporting (you gotta truck, right?) and then lugging and placing on a flat surface (I don’t have a flat surface on the ridge) and then removing them afterward and then retransporting them and then storing them (you’re gonna get away with storing them?).

THAT ain’t a gonna happen more than a couple times at the most, even for the most enthusiastic, and then you’ll just give up on range work. Not good. So, forget big targets. They are harmful in every way. If you shoot with a massive target, you’ll not stop the threat from any real target and you’ll very likely endanger the very ones you’re trying to protect.

The rule is: Aim small, shoot small.

This makes you more accurate, which makes you more safe regarding those you are trying to protect in any critical incident.

The rule is: practice under pressure.

  • Use a timer, use small targets, and use variable staged courses that are quick.
  • Use courses that make you run, go prostrate, kneel, stand, that get the adrenaline going, that make you change out mags with some left and when all is empty (“tactical” and “combat”).
  • Use courses that make you use only your strong hand, only your weak hand, make you change hands mid-stage, and also both hands.

Think about it. You’re in close quarters with lots of people. When an active shooter terrorist idiot opens fire, you’ll have, at most, a three second grace period, so to speak, that is, if you’re not hit while he’s shooting as fast as he can. The utterly unexpected and very loud noise will make people shy away from the perp, giving you a clear shot, but only for those three seconds. You’ll not have more time than that. No matter what you say and practice, people may still rush the perp at risk to themselves so as to attempt to stop the threat, perhaps, with likely many getting killed by this method. And they won’t hear your shots, however loud, as adrenaline will already have blocked their senses. But you don’t want them to rush into the line of fire and so you are the one to stop the threat even before that reaction of theirs could possibly take place. It’ll all be over before they can react.

The rule is:

  • You have to be the one who’s not surprised.
  • You have to be the one at the ready.
  • You have to be the one who is a bit edgy.
  • You have to be the one with situational awareness.
  • You have to be the one who practices all the time.
  • You have to be the one who makes it easy for yourself to practice by using, say, the targets recommended above.

The rule is:

  • It’s not about you. If it’s not about service to others out of love of God and neighbor, you’ll freeze, you’ll run, you’ll hide, but you won’t fight. You’ll let it happen.

We’re so weak and so don’t want to be bothered that we’ll let difficult targets get in the way. Do everyone a favor, make your targets super inexpensive, super easy to set up.

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cardinal joseph ratzinger cdf & just me

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This picture above, from pre-2005, seen all over the internet was once put up on the blog but was since taken down. Meanwhile, the same is true of the following picture of yours truly from when I was a little kid, some 47 years ago; it was up at the same time as the picture above, years ago, but then was also taken down from public view:

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These are screen-shots of the media archives of the blog. The pictures are in the administrative folders of the blog. They are not published on the blog. They’re listed as “unattached” to any blog post.

Strange: someone in Denmark, of all places, went straight to and downloaded both of those pictures in nanoseconds and then was gone, hopefully to a chapel to pray for the both of us. That would be great! I know I need it. I was a brat as a kid. Not to mention still today! ;-)

It seems like everyone in the world has the password to the administration pages of the blog. And does really weird research. Whatever. As long as they don’t change too much. My life is an open book. Maybe it’s just the snarky clever smiles on the faces of Ratz and me that is interesting. I guess…

By the way, I sat just in that very chair where Ratz is sitting in that parlor when I was taking down an intel guy, a long story I’ve told elsewhere. ;-)

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Night Haunts #1: Midnight Pilgrims – Tyburn Covent

You might say a prayer for them, and Mother Xavier in particular, who’s been on the edge of the “life is changed, not ended” most wonderful time of life for some weeks now.

It’s good to pray for the grace of final perseverance, for a happy death, for ourselves, for us all. Saint Thomas Aquinas says that this grace of final perseverance is different than the grace with which we live during out lives, and we need that grace of final perseverance in order to persevere in that sanctifying grace. How about doing Mother Xavier a good favor and asking our dearest Lord’s good mom for just that grace:

Hail Mary…

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Missionary of Mercy “on the road” – Invaluable Legion of Mary

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Hospitals and clinics spread out in three different states, most of them multiple hours away, are this Missionary of Mercy’s lot in life. I love it. I’m forever bringing parishioners to and from hospitals, anointing them there, hearing confessions, bringing Holy Communion. Lots of “Last Rites” – in the plural – as also included are papal blessings and plenary indulgences. I love it. My only regret, and their only regret, is that I cannot bi-locate. I’m only me.

I’m totally flat out with my parishioners at all the far-flung hospitals beyond the mountains. But for other priests, there is help to be had, that is, when there’s a hospital in the parish, you know, a big-city-parish, with a better opportunity to involve, say, the Legion of Mary in discovering if there are any Catholics in the hospital that day who would like a priest to stop in for a visit. This is especially helpful in anti-Catholic regions.

The Legion of Mary is great, as they actually work with and not against the priest. They won’t pretend to anoint people or hear their confessions. They’ll leave that to the priest. And the priest should visit new patients himself to see what’s up with them, if they need Confession and Anointing and would like to be put on the list for Communion during their stay and possibly then later at home, depending.

The Legion of Mary is doing great in southern Korea (so to speak), and in Africa, where, in many places, it is limited to men, as it’s really quite the ordeal to visit villages that might be a refuge for violence including anti-Catholic, anti-Christian violence. I think we’ve lost sight of the militancy we should have.

I do think the time is coming in America when martyrs will be abundant. Europe is ripe for this. First it was the Jews who laid down their lives for believing in the Messiah who is to come into the world. Then it will be the those who follow the Jews in believing in Jewish Jesus who is the One who is to come into the world, as Jewish Martha says in the Gospel of John.

If we use the Legion of Mary as a canary in the coal mine, as it were, these USA look like were going to go even farther into the darkness. I remember a priest saying that there is no way that he would work with the Legion of Mary. “I’m not going to attend any meetings with them,” he exclaimed, “as long as they continue to say that old-fashioned Rosary.”

Whatever. The “little flock” of the Lord can say the Rosary all on their own! And do! Hah!

And then we help each other get to know Jesus and Jesus’ good mom.

Then we help each other get to heaven, helping each other keep up with the sacraments.

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BELGIAN MALINOIS Extreme Bite Dogs

Alright. Alright. I really like to see any Malinois at work. Exhilarating. Kind of like a ballet with gymnasts with teeth. BTW, I’m guessing those are metal “canine” teeth inserted into busted out teeth in the still shot of the video. Hint: Don’t bust the teeth out of a dog. Just sayin’…

Having said all that, when you want a bite-dog worth his bite, the Shepherd, along the lines of Shadow-dog is where it’s at. I asked a lady in the parish who raises King Shepherds for police work, for bite dogs, if she’s ever seen a Shepherd break the bones of the forearm and rip the arm right off in one bite, like a shark…

Niiiiice, Shaaaadooow-daaaawg!

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Shadow-dog and I are good friends. He’s loyal. He might seem like he’s the friendliest dog in the world – the prize for that going to Laudie-dog – but if pushed and he sees mortal danger… Yikes! The same for Laudie-dog.

If I could get a little phone video of Shadow-dog protecting the perimeter, you would know what I mean. If I could get a picture of him with his jaws engulfing the entire head and neck down to the shoulders of Laudie-dog, all in play, you would know what I mean.

And then there are cats. Mind you, I’ve been around panthers up close near the hermitage. But more than that, there is Jesus, the last One standing in any case:

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Be afraid of Him who can cast body and soul into hell. Only Jesus is the One, the Only One, He who is to come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire. Amen.

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Staged attack? Smollett? Hutsko?

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For whatever reason, I’ve been getting some hits on posts on Father Basil Hutsko of the Eparchy of Parma from the old city of Stalingrad (now Saint Petersburg) and then Petrozavodsk, both in northeast Russia. There were reports of a cowardly attack on him on 20 August 2018 in the sacristy of his church by an unknown assailant, who then escaped without a trace. That attack landed him in the hospital for a review of injuries. The Eparchy had put out a call for prayer. Months later, the same Eparchy put out this disclaimer, which I only saw today, more than five months later:

Father Basil Hutsko, a priest of the Eparchy of Parma, has been placed on administrative leave in response to a credible accusation of sexual misconduct involving a minor that allegedly occurred 35 years ago. Though Father Basil Hutsko denies the accusation, Bishop Milan Lach, SJ, having heard from the priest, the Review Board, and the Promotor of Justice, has found the accusation to be credible. A finding that the accusation is credible is not a finding of guilt. Father Basil Hutsko has been placed on administrative leave. While on administrative leave, Father Basil Hutsko is unable to function in any capacity as a priest anywhere. Also the Eparchy of Parma has recently verified with a member of Father Basil Hutsko’s immediate family that the incident Father Basil Hutsko reported on Aug. 20, 2018, did not occur.

All that happened before the Jussie Smollett case went viral, raising consciousness about the possibility of a faked attacked on a personal level. I know that militaries right around the world have done this kind of thing since time immemorial – all. the. time. – so as to give themselves the “right” to attack some other nation. It escalates tensions, draws on resources, tears down trust of everyone in every institution.

I always thought of myself as being bad and evil enough to think on the level of a criminal, and so not dismissing possibilities of evil before even starting. Stupid me. I was having too high of an opinion of myself. I’m not nearly open to thinking like a criminal as I should be. It never entered my pea-brain to think that someone would do this to themselves. I mean, I’ve just never run across that. Never. Not with domestic abuse cases, not with anything. It was always non-staged, real violence that had occurred.

I’m guessing Father Hutsko is claiming innocence since the Eparchy goes out of its way to state that “credible” does not mean “guilt.” I’ll believe Father Hutsko until he’s proven guilty, which probably necessitates an admission of guilt in these days of “all priests are always guilty,” when there is no statute of limitations on s/he said – s/he said allegations and counter-allegations. Let it be said: statutes of limitations protect justice. Unlike so very many real cases where admission of guilt is easily obtained, that is not so with the case of Father Hutsko. On the other hand, it seems his own family is saying that the attack was staged, and that was all before the Jussie Smollett case. But perhaps Father is not feeling well. Maybe he has PTSD for whatever reason. Perhaps his family doesn’t like him. I don’t know. God knows. I don’t. Nor do you.

What I do know is that it will be more difficult for Father Hutsko because of the Jussie Smollett case. Much. More. Difficult.

What I also know is that we all have to help each other get to heaven.

And we do have to remember that it does no favor to anyone, especially to any real victim, to make a real victim into a seething vindictive cesspool of burning hatred for his or her entire lifetime. It’s helps any real victims to be able to forgive. That doesn’t mean saying any crime was unimportant. It doesn’t give anyone permission to do any crime (again). It doesn’t mean that the person forgiven can take in that forgiveness or even want forgiveness. It doesn’t mean that that forgiveness can actually be voiced. What making an act of the will by the grace of God to hold out forgiveness at least spiritually means a great deal of healing for any real victim. It means not being controlled by the aggression of that experience. It means growing, and not in mere reaction to an aggressor. What would we not want that for anybody?

Anyway, and just to say, if this was all staged, and that can be proven, Father Hutsko may be in for an unpleasant surprise. If I remember correctly, the FBI may have been interested in looking into this case as a hate crime, that is, with a motivation of terrorizing a class of people, holding all individuals in that class to be guilty and worthy of a possibly lethal attack. If any law enforcement wasted time and resources, well, it doesn’t look good. But, as I say, I don’t know. God knows. I don’t. Nor do you.

What I also know is that we all have to help each other get to heaven.

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REVIEW: My penance when I confessed today. Yep. That would be right.

O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me.
From the desire of being esteemed,
Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being loved…
From the desire of being extolled …
From the desire of being honored …
From the desire of being praised …
From the desire of being preferred to others…
From the desire of being consulted …
From the desire of being approved …
From the fear of being humiliated …
From the fear of being despised…
From the fear of suffering rebukes …
From the fear of being calumniated …
From the fear of being forgotten …
From the fear of being ridiculed …
From the fear of being wronged …
From the fear of being suspected …

That others may be loved more than I,
Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.

That others may be esteemed more than I …
That, in the opinion of the world,
others may increase and I may decrease …
That others may be chosen and I set aside …
That others may be praised and I unnoticed …
That others may be preferred to me in everything…
That others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should…

/// Because Jesus, You are my All.

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Day Off: guns & spiritual conversations – Jesus bragging on His mother in hell

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Not having bought any ammo since, I think, sometime in late 2018, the “long-way” was taken to the hermitage, passing by a number of Walmarts with variously stocked ammo desks, some desk managers being more on top of things than others. Then, after hitting the UPS Store, it was up and up and up “the mountain.” BTW, can you spot the huge cross made out of I-beams partially hidden by the trees towering above the driveway in the picture above? The neighbor to the hermitage is a master welder.

After a couple of hours of quiet time – a day off after all – energy returned, prayers were said, protection of angels was requested, targets went up, mags were loaded, timers were set, “ears” were adjusted, adrenaline was forced, trigger fingers, left and right, were steadied, concentration was narrowed…

The first course consisted of some six stages of drills, supposedly of a SEAL team, surely dumbed down and from “back-in-the-day.” Here’s a picture of the first stage, just three yards out, from cover/holstered, with an 8 1/2 x 11 target of the usual “body” (inside the two vertical lines: 5:3/4″ x 10:1/2″) and “head” (consisting of a 2″ x 4″ box at the top, an eye-forehead shot instantly “stopping the threat”). The first stage is just one shot from holster to the “head” ≤ 1.5 seconds. Dunno why, but this time I was much more accurate and quick for all stages of all courses, coming in mostly (way) under time and with smaller more centered patterns, mostly inside the “inside bottle” representing the spinal cord. Prayers for priests and the bishop while moving, marking, changing out targets.

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The target then moves further away for different stages until 75 feet away up the ridge.

DIGRESSION: Someone had given me some massively oversized targets (23″ x 35″), I guess to poke fun at my aim, the comment surely being that I’m not able to hit the side of a barn… from inside the barn! I took those dozen or so roll of wallpaper-esque targets just to see if there was anything superimposed. Nope. Having ascertained that, those targets will now go back to the giver. As of a couple years, the most recent policy really is no gifts from intel, ever, zip, zero, zilch… can’t happen. I’m guessing the targets are for zeroing in rifle scopes, say, from a mile out. But I’m not a sniper. I don’t own or use rifles. Not my thing. With a Glock, as the saying goes, aim small, shoot small.

After that, it was time for an FBI course with reduced QIT 97-99 inside bottle targets (that partial detail fitting on legal paper), and then the pre-2001 Federal Air Marshal courses (that target consisting of foam dessert plates propped up by pigtail wires), and then some swinging breakfast blend plastic coffee buckets on ropes and filled with dirt (out to about 15 yards), totaling for day I’m guessing about 175 bullets. Not much, but enough. It was a good day for review and keeping edgy.

With the Glock thoroughly cleaned and oiled and the target-ammo changed out for appropriate carry-ammo, I was eager to go to the neighbors of the hermitage. That’s when the real happiness of the day began.

The spiritual conversations after plinking are becoming a thing, as it were, something that’s expected and to which we all look forward. We spoke of judgment, heaven, hell, purgatory, witnessing to the point of martyrdom, suffering, angels, Jesus, our dearest Heavenly Father, the state of the Church, the state of our souls, the patience of our Lord with us sinners, and being happy for Jesus that after all He has gone through for us, He is now in heaven with our Heavenly Father.

But most of all – at length – we spoke about our Blessed Mother, Jesus’ good mom, about what she went though in this world, what with her purity of heart and agility of soul and clear vision confronting this fallen world, how it is that she was in solidarity with her Divine Son Jesus as He was tortured to death right in front of her. If recorded, these conversations would be good material for an ongoing series of blog posts.

A repeat-topic about our Lady came up, you know, which of the 14 Stations of the Cross would be most – how to say? –  involving to Jesus. The neighbor said it would surely be the meeting with His mother. I agreed, but in another way, saying that it may well be when Jesus is taken down from the cross and put in the arms of His blessed mother.

Aquinas says that the divinity of Jesus never left His body even when that body died and He, with His soul, descended to hell to preach to the fallen spirits. It struck me then, devastated as He would be in His soul that His mother was so devastated holding His dead body, that He would be bragging on His mother to the fallen spirits: “Look at her! She’s the mother-warrior who crushes you, Satan, under her heel. She’s remained faithful in the most adverse circumstances, all of hell attacking. You have failed! She has won souls for heaven!” These are the words, so full of love, which will torture those fallen spirits, so full of hate, for eternity.

Much better to have our souls in order, frequenting the Sacraments, to go to heaven and rejoice to be happy that, after all they went through in this world for us, both Jesus and our Blessed Mother are there.

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Lenten purple, edition)

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When her Son Jesus was clothed in perversely violent King Herod’s royal purple garment so as to mock her Son, her thoughts surely including noting the irony of the royalty of fallen humanity thinking to have something over the divine King of kings, Lord of lords, the Prince of the Most Profound Peace, who with such regal bearing took on the worst we have to give out so as to have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us.

Purple was a royal color back in the day because the purple dye was so extremely hard to come by, and therefore so expensive that, quite literally, only royalty could afford it.

Purple is a penitential color because of how it was used over against true Royalty, that of God, the Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth. Purple reminds us of our great sin, our arrogance, our ridiculous pride.

No one saw this more sharply, more comprehensively, that did the Immaculate Conception, with her purity of heart and agility of soul and clear vision. We have no idea. So, at least a flower for you, dear good mom of Jesus and us.

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