Then there’s this:
I’m editing this… Stay tuned… Yikes!
Then there’s this:
I’m editing this… Stay tuned… Yikes!
The Squarrrsh plants are getting tired even as they pump out the most squarrrshes and the biggest they ever have. I rip out the tired leaves. In the lower right you see the tomato plant I had to rip up as it has been weed-eated. I still got six tomatoes off of it.
In this picture you’ll note a draining ditch right in the back lawn in the extreme upper right of the picture. This morning, right along this little ditch there was a raggedy holster with a Crocadile Dundee-esque knife.
I had dropped my coffee and went out back because I saw various agencies of law enforcement swarming out back in their various cruisers and on foot, also in my back yard.
I walked up to the knife just as a deputy walked up to it. He said that it belongs to the guy they’re looking for, a fellow by the name of […], whose got lots of felonies on his head. The deputy picked up the knife for evidence and asked if I had seen where he went. Situational awareness covers a lot of ground. I said the grass is soaking wet with dew. There’s his trail, I said, pointing to the grass with footprints through the heavy dew. He’s surely hiding over at […], I asserted about a business nearby. The vehicle of that business is forever seen at the druggy house where the knife guy is reigning over his kingdom of drugs and violence. In this case, if it’s true that he’s there – and that does seem to be the usual safe-house – then that would be harboring a criminal actively escaping from law enforcement. He’s got plenty of warrants out on him.
The knife guy is the guy who called himself “Pablo Escobar” and who “non-” threatened me just the other day. I’m not allowed on my own street, he said, as I don’t belong there, I don’t live there, even though I’m just a couple of houses away. It’s like, in the winter-time, my back yard is shaded by his trees in the afternoon.
Irony of ironies, he’s actually trespassing on my property, where he doesn’t belong. Hahahahaha!
Meanwhile, I had just given Shadow-dog breakfast, so he was busy and never saw the druggy intruder. Had the druggy guy actually jumped the fence, he would have met Shadow-dog much more personally, and then me, and then law enforcement.
Never a dull moment. :-)
Some have noted that I “carry” even while out for a few minutes in the back garden, watering the plants for the day and such. Well, yes, I carry. There’s a reason. Even at the break of dawn in an otherwise quiet neighborhood. Had I been out there thirty seconds earlier, believe me, this guy would have cut my head off had I not had the Glock with me.
We’ve had four beheadings in the area (for one of which I had to do the death notification to the family of the victim), plus lots of arsons, slashings and assaults and various and sundry other murders, yes, also on my “block”, just some houses away.
The 2nd amendment is great. Practice situational awareness!
Meanwhile, in the midst of mayhem, I’m always ever so calmly using that situational awareness first of all for flowers for the Immaculate Conception. More on that later.
Meanwhile, I have to laugh, as I cannot but recall a famous line in street-fighting: “You call that a knife? That’s not a knife. This is a knife:
Every seagoing vessel needs proper rope discipline.
Every seagoing vessel needs proper maintenance of sailors. For me, La Croix:
Off we go into the magnificent reservoirs in the back mountains here:
This was truly a gift to be away from the drug-violence of town. Thanks to our retired officers for this super pleasant outing. I had a great talk with the wife of the Navy guy. Interesting that her first question was pretty much verbatim what the “CIA” guy was asking to all my parishioners a couple of years back. ;-) All good.
We had refreshing showers of rain drops from a cloud a good half-mile or more away:
Very nice. Irish weather, I call it.
Let’s test your situational awareness in this next picture. Can you find what’s out of place? Try! (Hint: It has something do do with the power lines.)
So, here’s a bit closer:
That’s an Osprey nest. You know, of Ospreys:
I love it.
Afterward, we had a very pleasant meal with their neighbors, also lifetime Military Intel. This has now become a yearly event together. I think I’m the luckiest priest in these USA. Having said that a number of times on this outing, I immediately made the caveat that should my guardian angel hear that, I might be in trouble. I might just be having TOO much fun. So I begged him to be easy with me, because I’m so very stupid and know nothing of the providence of the Lord Jesus…
As soon as I got back on the road to come back across the mountains, I was greeted by a good dozen law enforcement officers, blue lights filling the midnight forests. Cruisers were all over the sides of the road and they were standing right across the road with flashlights. Not very safe that. Not in these times. Anywhere else they would simply have been run over.
THAT’s how to do up a law enforcement stop. Don’t be the sovereign citizen. Don’t keep your windows rolled up. Just comply. Answer simple questions like about the permit and driver licence. These were totally cool officers. It’s not a police state. We should be thankful that we have any law enforcement whatsoever. It’s a thankless job. But we all depend on law enforcement. So…
Thanks to our Military. Thanks to our Law Enforcement.
P.S. And, yes, there were plenty of questions from all about religious everything. :-)
Andrews, western NC, July 25, 2020. I doubt this is an American Dagger Moth, as the caterpillar – at least at this tiny stage – has no yellow fuzz at all, just smooth yellow, though with a multitude of dagger-life black spikes. It’s also sitting on a cucumber leaf, not up in various trees of its normal habitat. Maybe this is normal for the beginning stages.
Having said that, the biodiversity in WNC is immense, and the variations of the “norm” seen elsewhere are quite marked both in flora and fauna. Lots of “That’s unique!” going on here. I’m not sure if this one has both pros and cons. Some caterpillars are benign. Some inflict horrific health conditions. Some are to be especially tolerated for what they do later as moths and butterflies.
I’m no Lepidopterologist (I had to look that up…). I’m just putting this up for interest. It’s so easy to love the natural world that our dear Lord created:
The Lord makes it ever so easy to walk with Him when out in the creation He created.
Meanwhile, me being me, I thought of my EDC when I saw the name “American Dagger”:
This contraption is carried on the belt on the left side, just across from the appendix-carried Glock 19. The easy snap-in holster for the knife is attached to the paddle holster for the magazines, carried semi-horizontally for the quickest possible switch imnsho. The straight blade is 2.5″, just slightly longer than the American Dagger Caterpillar when it is full grown. The knife is upside down, if you will, as my left hand – weak hand – can grab it in what is already, then, an upside-up position for the hand straight out of the holster. Perfect.
The American Dagger Moth is quite benign, just like the caterpillar. The same goes for the Glock 19 and the knife. The knife is used all day long, in gardening, in opening letters and boxes. It’s a tool just like Glock is a tool. The caterpillar has spikes, tools that are useful in defense against unjust aggression.
Speaking of that, some say with a smile: “A minister with a gun?” finding this to be curiously humorous. When I mention that I’m also the police chaplain and that 2nd amendment capacities are prudent and moral, describing some of the situations one can and does get into accompanying officers, their exclamation turns into: “A minister with a gun!”, that is, no longer with a question mark, but with quiet admiration, nodding their heads in agreement.
Mind you, I’m not a law enforcement or any kind of officer. I don’t do that. But if someone’s actively pumping bullets into an officer, it’s entirely within the purview of the 2nd amendment for a citizen, a civilian, to exercise 2nd amendment capacities to protect a victim suffering from mortal unjust aggression wherein the imminent provision of death is actively in progress. One uses the least amount of force to repel that unjust aggression, whatever that least amount happens to be. It’s the last thing you would ever want to be involved in. It is what it is in this fallen world. Lest anyone think that there is such thing as unjust aggression at all, here’s just a few minutes with the great Kayleigh McEnany:
Our Lord has created the animals with tools for their defense.
The greatest of all prophets, John the Baptist, gave advice and encouragement to the law enforcement – even of occupying forces! – so that they too might be saved, not apart from their duties, but as they carry out their duties.
Our Lord Himself does not shy away from The Battle of The War. He also has the proper tools. And… and… He is the last one standing:
A few scars to be sure in His hands and feet and side. He’s good with that. We thank Him for it. Amen.
Be the caterpillar, with great charity and goodness and kindness. But be the caterpillar. Our Lord expects it of you.
That’s called the First Amendment, my friends. It’s not some sort of political foray other than to state appreciation for the most pro-police president the nation has ever had.
Here’s a detail of what was also seen:
By the way, that’s not some sort of Blue Lives Matter reaction to anything. Instead, it’s called a Thin Blue Line flag which stands in solidarity with those who have been ambushed, killed, assassinated in the Line of Duty. Our police are the thin blue line between civilization and marxist chaos. It stands in solidarity with the families and communities who have suffered such horrific loss of life.
I was gifted the picture, the bill, and the flag the other day, but I’m reintroducing them for the moment, anyway, as I believe they are morale boosters. All police need a boost in morale that these days. It’s essential.
Also, just to say, again, I must thank the town for having arranged for an increase in the police budget and an increase in training.
For the haters out there… Cool your jets… The $20.00 bill is not some crime, clearly stating, as it does, that it is not legal tender.
What we must do is stand in solidarity with those who risk their lives at every incident, every domestic, every traffic stop, as things can go from 0 to 100 in less than a second.
The statue of Saint Michael was sent in by […] years ago. Already at that time he was one of the main trainers for agents up in Northeast Virginia, Maryland and D.C.
I am NOT CBP. The official hat came my way just the other day from a lad who just passed all exams and is now on his first assignment for CBP. I told him that it would remind me to pray the Saint Michael prayer for him. He liked that, a lot.
The humor and irony of this is about as biting as it can get. Just ask my “Shadow” who, instead, is like an archetype for “Lord of War.” That might be understood by some longtime readers of this blog.
Having gotten over the humor and irony, however, I am sobered by the uncountable deaths of those Fast and Furious has aided in bringing about, and by the death of Brian Terry. Lest we forget.
Incident in progress…
Update 4:40 pm – conditions changed perhaps for better… maybe ok…
Update 8:02 pm – people got tired of being dramatic in escalation. Bored is good. Over for now.
There are all sorts of chaplains. Yours truly is a Catholic priest. But am I, specifically, or is any other police chaplain a detriment to the faith? Are you ready for the answer? Hold on tight!
Who, I ask, is going to risk his life to assist in lessening hell on earth if not whatever kind of law enforcement? I mean, you know, directly. There really are bad and evil people who need to be assisted in halting their deadly aggression against everyone.
The lawless knuckleheads kill men and women, boys and girls, infants, babies, shooting, beheading, chainsawing, burning, melting in vats of acid until nothing is left. No, really: all the time, entire villages at a time, no exceptions in those towns, adding up over the decades now to hundreds of thousands. Mayhem. Chaos. The domain of Satan. So, let me ask again:
Who is going to risk his life to assist in lessening hell on earth if not whatever kind of law enforcement? I mean, you know, directly. There really are bad and evil people who need to be assisted in halting their deadly aggression against everyone. That putting on the brakes, my friends, is a contribution to the virtue of justice. Defense against unjust aggression is natural law. It is of divine right.
I have a good friend for whom I have much respect. We discuss things quite intensely. I love that. It’s a kind of rabbinic discourse, answering a comeback by raising the stakes with a provocative challenge begging for an answer which itself raises the stakes once again. Well…
This friend of mine played the devil’s advocate with my being a police chaplain, making me think, so that I might get around to publishing some thoughts about a Catholic priest who is busy in his parish also being a police chaplain, you know, writing then about whether or not also being a police chaplain is detrimental to the faith of the parish, that police “accompaniment” meaning that, in a fake zero-sum game, that is just how much I am not paying attention to my parish, failing in my duty just that much in my assisting our Bishop in his apostolic mandate to care for the souls given to him by the Lord, failing therefore in my duty to nourish those souls in the faith, failing in my duty to protect those souls from the wolves.
Let’s put that differently:
In being a police chaplain, do I fail my priesthood? Do I fail my parish church? Do I fail the diocese? Do I fail the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church? Do I fail Jesus? Do I fail His good mother, Mary Immaculate? In choosing to be a police chaplain, am I signing up to go straight to hell? Am I the devil’s puppet, Satan’s little play-thing? Am I racist? A white supremacist regardless of my pigmentation or lack thereof? Do I lack in honesty and integrity in being a priest who is also a police chaplain? Should I just go loot and pillage and commit arson and be… you know… on the right side of dialectical history?
Let’s put that differently again:
Are the police, of late, proving to be inhumane as a totality, so that ALL police officers are inhumane and also inhuman, so that they are not only in a basket of deplorables but are also irredeemable, rightly marginalized from any encouragement, any support, so much so, in fact, that all police must be discredited, defunded, disbanded, thrown on death row even for perfectly following protocol, agency policy, city law, county law, state law, federal law, the Constitution, natural law, God’s law to love one’s neighbor as oneself, they being at the read to lay down one’s life at any given moment? Is it downright harmful to the Church and to humanity to be a police chaplain?
This is insane, but let’s put that differently yet once more:
Is it impossible that any member of a police force belong to one’s parish family? It is impossible that any member of the police force could benefit from chaplain support? Are we all to just say: To hell with them all!?! Saint Michael, patron saint of law enforcement, protect us!
If the police are thought to be so far out in the peripheries that we are not bother with them, then I answer in three ways:
(1) Pope Francis wants members of the Church to get over themselves, to stop being self-referential, self-absorbed. He wants that especially his priests and bishops to go out into the peripheries. I’m NOT saying that police are actually on the peripheries, even though the media and my interlocutor would present them as being such. Yours truly is a Missionary of Mercy of Pope Francis. I’m mandated to go out into the peripheries by the Pope. I say all that just to shut people up.
(2) But that’s not good enough. Let’s turn to the greatest of all prophets, Saint John the Baptist. The great Saint John pointed out the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world, thus setting the good example for any police chaplain, shielding any police chaplain from the unjust aggression of police-haters. Saint John went out of his way to encourage even the military occupation style of law enforcement of his day so that – get this – so that they might also be saved (see Luke 3:14). Get that? No, really: Get that?
(3) But that’s not good enough for some. So, let’s just go ahead and turn to Jesus’ take on such self-referential, self-absorbed idiocy:
Again, this is not to say that any officer – because of being a police officer – does not belong to the the sheepfold of the Lord. This statement of our Lord is offered for the sake of my interlocutor, who was challenging me to defend my being a police chaplain. If our Lord Himself wants us all to help each out in getting to know Him – and He does want that – then there should be no problem whatsoever in being a police chaplain. In that case, being a police chaplain is not inconsistent, contrary, or contradictory with being a parish priest. One’s ministry is not divided by being a police chaplain. This is not a zero-sum game. Our Lord Himself wants all to hear his voice. We all need to help each other in hearing the voice of our Lord so that there may be but one flock, one shepherd. That is His will. Anyone going against the will of the Lord is risking… risking what? You tell me.
Let’s put that a different way:
My interlocutor is saying that we are instead to be so self-righteous that we are not to evangelize, not to proclaim the good news, not to help others get to know Jesus even while these others might already know Him better than we do, that being beside the point, the point being that we, regardless of anything, are to try to help each other get to know Him, Jesus, all the better.
Truth be told, some of our police officers are so keenly interested in the faith that they speak as do the Fathers of the Church and I am the one learning. Yes. How could it be otherwise? Christ also comes to us through others, whomsoever they may be, for it is the Lord who is working on all souls, having all of us help each other out in getting to know the Lord.
Finally, again, my interlocutor is a great guy, entirely pro-police, but he’s really, really good at baiting people to reach for excellence on any and every topic. Kudos to him.
There are not zero sum games when it comes to friendship with the Lord. Being a police chaplain in one’s parish does not take away from being a parish priest in that same parish. It is one. Jesus is the One. He’s the only One.
This is a few days old, but WELL WORTH the listen.
Advice Part 1: Don’t try to do the Jedi Knight Mind Trick. It won’t work. Really. Truly. Advice Part 2: To the radical left-wing “progressive” mayors and governors former NYPD Police Commissioner Bernard Bailey Kerik says:
“Tell your thugs in your community…
… because if you do we’re gonna use force and we’re not gonna lose if we use force.”
As a police chaplain, I would add a couple of things:
1. Such advice above about not resisting arrest (resisting itself is a crime) is for all:
2. Just comply. Then, if you think you’re innocent, bring it before a judge.
I realize that this is controversial and emotions are what they are. But what the Commissioner said is true in all cases: If you do bad stuff in resisting, police are going to use force and the police are not going to lose if they use force. The one police officer you’re resisting will be backed up soon by untold numbers of other officers. And now they are not interested in the original incident, say, a possible wrongful traffic stop. No, no. Now they will be interested because of an assault or murder of a police officer. Just comply, then bring it before a judge.
/// Now re-posted, for a reason, a couple of years later with some date revisions, etc.
Here’s the high pressure repeated request from a self-described [ex-?]CIA guy who’s now […] as cover: “Father Byers, the FBI investigated you how many times? We want files! Who are you, anyway?”
A reader sent in the following comment on a previous post, but it is highlighted here for greater visibility. [[My preliminary comments.]]:
So, some more general comments of my own:
Finally, stare at that drawing above. Gaze upon Him whom we have all pierced (see Revelation 1:7) even as He took upon the collective guilt of us all. Tears come to my eyes. I am reminded of the words of a Psalm: “To You all flesh will come with its burden of sin.”
It may be that someone or other will mock me or even commit some sort of violence against me for holding that forgiveness is necessary, saying that I don’t have standing in the matter, or that such is self-serving. I answer by saying that a lack of forgiveness will rot the soul of anyone and everyone. Lack of forgiveness never helps the wronged person, the true victim. Lack of forgiveness only brings hate and violence in its wake, a self-loathing, a self-destruction.
A little bit challenging all of that? Sure, as much as staring at that picture above…
I apologize if this article is not a literary masterpiece: it’s just that I’m really angry.
Sure, the incident in the video above near the beginning of Pope Francis’ pontificate (in something like early 2014) was possibly a mistake. Probably it was a purposed way to bring attention to the fact that it is only fallen human beings who are elected to be the Bishop of Rome. And that is very much part of the instruction Pope Francis has always wanted to bring to the world. It’s not a bad point to make. We must stop putting anyone on a pedestal. We all look to the Son of the Living God whom we have all pierced with that sword as He hung upon the Cross, all of us sinners from every Tribe and Tongue and People and Nation. Pope Francis is the ultimate worldly politician. That’s a useful talent. However…
That’s not the incident of “cazzo” or “F***ing” vocabulary to which I refer. No, no. The usage of “cazzo” or “F***ing” to which I refer from Pope Francis happened just the other day, just about the beginning of Summer, 2020, in these U.S.A.
Black lives do matter. So do all lives matter. The Son of the Living God redeemed us all and wants that we assent to being saved. Therefore, all lives matter. I make absolutely no distinction among anyone for any reason whatsoever. I’m totally color blind. I simply cannot abide by any paying attention to color. “I’m white,” whatever that means. I don’t make anything of that whatsoever. “I have black and brown friends (and all other shades of color or not)” right around the world, but I don’t make anything of that either. I would be friends with whomsoever I ever meet regardless of any color. Pigmentation just does not matter to me. Justice matters. I hate injustice.
As Denzel Washington said: “I’m not a race. I’m a human being.”
To insist that BLACK LIVES MATTER apart from the lives of others, differently from the lives of others, is, in fact, supremely racist and an incitement to violence, including murder, including terrorism and genocide. Coming with the voiced agreement of religious leaders such as those priests and that bishop and Pope Francis seems to provide a divine mandate for dissing all those whose lives don’t matter according to BLACK LIVES MATTER: and for BLACK LIVES MATTER there are no police lives which matter including and especially the lives of “black” police officers.
For those religious leaders, whether priest, bishop or Pope, who insist that POLICE LIVES DO NOT MATTER, is tantamount to them saying “F*** the police,” and specifically, even religiously speaking, god damned be the damned police. This is something that endangers the safety and lives of police. It unleashes those who were already at the point of say, committing assassinations against the police. As it is, there have already been an untold number of injuries suffered by the police, as well as many assassinations suffered by the police just in these past days. I’m putting responsibility for that on the heads also of those priests and that bishop and Pope Francis.
If there is more discipline and prosecution needed for certain bad apples among the police, do it! I hate what happened to George Floyd. But don’t be encouraging a reaction of out and out terrorism. That’s exactly what those priests and that bishop and Pope Francis are doing.
But back to the symbol of kneeling, taking a knee. This is a powerful symbol in these U.S.A. It refers to being diametrically opposed to these U.S.A. as a country. It refers to the rejection of our Constitutional Republic. It therefore refers to a rejection of the rule of law, law that is balanced by the justice promoted by the unalienable rights given by God to all individual citizens. It refers to a rejection of natural law. It refers to a rejection of all divine law reflected in that human law. That’s what those priests and that bishop and Pope Francis are doing: God damn the U.S.A. God damn the American Constitution. God damn the rule of law. Those priests and that bishop should be brought up on promoting insurrection and Pope Francis should be banned from entering these U.S.A. We don’t need dialectical materialism here. Really, we don’t.
Oh, by the way, I should mention some things at this point:
Listen up: It’s always the minorities and poor who suffer with stupid agendas of Marxism, of Antifa fascists, of Black Lives Matter. Always. Marxists always have the wrong analysis, or is it that for them, it’s always all about power alone? Yes. It’s only about power. Damned be fixing injustice regardless of any color involved or not. DEFUND THE POLICE! NO MORE POLICE! are the cries. But what will happen then? More crime and violence for everyone, regardless of color, regardless of social or economic “standing.” But minorities and the poor will suffer most. Always. And that’s just fine and dandy for those who grabbing lawless power, as no law at all is what is best for the power hungry. So, what’s really going on here?
I’ll just say it:
So, what now?
THAT would all be sad. But I’m still not going to kneel in favor of racism and violence and chaos and prejudice. I won’t. I can’t. I have a conscience properly formed by natural law and by divine law, and, by the way, by church law. I want to be a priest, not a politically correct puppet to the lowest-common-denominator of some anti-law mob.
Again, in the context of BLACK LIVES MATTER, whose stated purpose is to rid police from the face of the earth, kneeling in adoration to a BLACK LIVES MATTER sign stands for agreement to that stated purpose.
Yours truly won’t be doing any kneeling like that. In my parish, all black and brown and white and whatever color kneel before the Son of the Living God in the Most Blessed Sacrament:
And, by the way, Jesus was and is forever the Lion of Tribe of Judah, a Jew, who said that “Salvation if from the Jews.” I kneel before Him, the Divine Son of the Living God. I don’t kneel before violent usurpation coming from any source.
Finally, if you’re still holding out and thinking that taking a knee against, say, the flag of these U.S.A. is reasonable, think again. See this post which has been downloaded by untold numbers of governmental and educational institutions across the country and right around the world since it was posted years ago and right to this very day, at least to know what “influencers” are reading:
A note to Pope Francis: You are not served well by those who advise you. They use you. Maybe you let yourself be used. At any rate, why not just stick to bringing people to Jesus with total respect for Sacred Scripture, Sacred Tradition and the actual Magisterial interventions of the Church in the great Councils (not just “dialogue”)?
Or is this just another idolatry exercise, like Pachamama, after all, Pachamama is “brown”, right?
Just anger is good. It doesn’t let you lose peace of soul. Jesus was not without a sense of divine peace even whilst He cleansed the temple with whips and cords against the unjust abuses that were taking place therein. Right? Right?
As I prepare comments on the murder of George Floyd from the perspective of a police chaplain, I see this video. A longer video shows the same officer doing this to two different people. Your thoughts about this, please, given that it’s now a week after George’s death…
If you know anything about ArmaLite Rifles, say, number 15, as in AR-15, you know this this tender snowflake thug has his fingertip touching the trigger. He stole that from a police vehicle that the thugs were ransacking, and had fired it into the air. It was chambered with a full magazine.
But since all bullies like this – who dishonor the gentle giant, ever so polite and soft spoken George Floyd, by the way, what with George Floyd having worked with youth to help them NOT to become thugs – … since bullies like this are always tender snowflakes entitled to be bullies and expecting everyone to let them smash everyone down, they are never prepared for real confrontation unto deescalation.
By the way and just to say. The finger on the trigger thing is a sign that this guy, like most all thugs, is NOT practiced with weaponry. You just NEVER have your finger on the trigger unless you are ready to kill. And he was waving the rifle around thoughtlessly, with crowds of people in every direction. Having a finger on the trigger under these conditions signifies a court-accepted fact of an imminent and deadly threat being presented. Always, every time. I myself saw this finger on the trigger thing by yet another thug and buffoon just a few weeks ago. It’s not good…
So, what to do? 13FOX knew what to do. They had a security guard with them, not just a guy who qualified for this with a written exam, but rather, I’m guessing, a retired SpecOps guy, probably doing jobs like this to get money to care better for his family in times of Covid-19.
He sees the finger on the trigger thing and instantly charges the scrawny bully:
You can see that our security guard, entering the picture to the left, has his trigger finger high above the trigger guard, on the barrel of the pistol, as it should be. In a nanosecond he’s acquired the AR-15 with absolutely no one hurt. In the next nanosecond our hero has dumped the magazine out of that AR-15 and un-chambered the next round, always aware of his surroundings at any given nano-second. Absolute Perfection. I love it. It’s what one expects from practiced training. When I saw the twitter videos of this I must say that I laughed out loud. This is the 2nd amendment at its absolute best. Kudos to this guy. I’m impressed. I don’t know if you can see this on WordPress but if you can’t, you can look it up. It’s hilarious.
I’m told by a reader who sent in this story that 911 was called and the AR-15 was given to authorities. The kind reader says: “I’m no expert at all, but it looks *really* professional to me.” Yes, indeed. Our reader continues:
“Same incident from a different angle. Can hear him yelling ‘PUT THE WEAPON DOWN!'”
“I think everyone on that city block knew instantly they were in the presence of someone who had total control over his movements, over his weapon, and over the situation.”
I mentioned to one of our elderly parishioners the other day that I was out of practice, ever since Ammo shot up in price, so to speak, because of Covid-19, and now this. I mentioned that my totally anomalous fluke all-time best for target practice with the drill being (from a serpa locked holster) two to the body (for me a 4 inch by 4 box), and one to the head (for me that being a 3 inch by 3 inch box) on a piece of paper 25 feet away, was 1.01 seconds on a shot timer. I instantly followed that with the admission that I will never get that under one second, what with little ammo round about. But she encouraged me that it’ll all come right back, and I just might break the one second thing. I’m happy for the second amendment these days.
Again, kudos to the guy in the video above. I’m sure he’s got stories to tell.
Forgive me, but I just had to inject a little humor during these weird times.
It’s time to run up to church to offer Holy Mass. I think it might be…
♬ Latin ♬ Mass ♬ Monday ♬
I need lyrics for that last phrase. Anyone?
On May 29, 2020, Chief Justice John Roberts sided (again) with the four anti-Constitution Justices on the nine member U.S. Supreme Court so as to reject the free exercise of religion in the first amendment of the Constitution so that, in this illegitimate legislation from the bench, discrimination against religion is held to be lawful.
ABC Liquor and big-box stores have long been opened up to record crowds, jammed with customers more than they’ve ever been, even while mega-churches that can seat thousands are limited to a minister and nine others. What is it that governors quite commonly landed on the number ten? It’s arbitrary. A mockery. An attack on religion. It’s out and out discrimination. No one gives a damn. Will there be any faith when the Lord returns?
The consequence of this illegitimate legislation from the bench is that governors are free to burn the Constitution, and then burst into churches and drag people out, arrest and fine and imprison the minister.
In North Carolina the way this plays out is that the first offense by the minister is a second class criminal misdemeanor. The second and third offenses are felonies. That means a very long time in prison.
When the first enumerated unalienable right in the U.S. Constitution, recognized as provided by Almighty God Himself – the free exercise of religion – is trashed by fallen human politician, all other rights fall, the right to assemble, the right to free speech, the right to… write, the right to defend the innocent, on and on. And we immediately saw that with so many of the tyrant dictator governors. It’s lockstep, from freedom to being smashed down, 0 to 100, in just moments.
The great Justice Brett Kavanaugh, in dissent, had it that such anti-Constitution wrongful legislation from the bench is a restriction on the free exercise of religion that “discriminates against places of worship and in favor of comparable secular businesses. Such discrimination violates the First Amendment.”
Those in the judiciary who wrongfully legislate from the bench, those in executive office who usurp the legislature to themselves as tyrant dictators, are, of course, cowards. I would like to see them personally come to this smallest parish in these United States and brutally attempt to interfere with the reverent celebration of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. It’s an attempt that will not end in desecration of the Most Blessed Sacrament. I will personally see to it that the Son of the Living God at what is the celebration of the Last Supper will not be smashed to the ground. It’s not gonna happen on my watch. But they are cowards.
What will happen? This Catholic priest will continue to offer Holy Mass and provide all Holy Sacraments to Christ’s faithful, come what may. I don’t look to the coward John Roberts to get permission from the State to exercise my priesthood for Jesus. I don’t give a hoot what the Supreme Court says. The free exercise of religion is a right which is unalienable and provided by God. Compared to God, who in hell does John Roberts think he is? He’s just another coward. I never cave to cowards.
How about the Department of Justice? Will Bill Barr back a case that will overturn the Supreme Court’s own B.S.?
As the POTUS said: Open the churches! We need prayer!
Back to tyrant Governor Cooper and directly addressing him: Here’s the schedule today, Governor. I’m making it easy for you:
And, hey! Yesterday, we had a funeral.
Here’s the deal: I give people all the warnings, policies, dispensations, but I’m not policing anything from the Altar as I’m not a minister of justice of the State while I’m proceeding with religious rites. Never. Never, ever.
Here’s the deal: there are multiple rounds of applause and cheers and statements of agreement from my tiniest of all congregations.
But, go ahead, tyrant Governor Cooper. Come in person and break us up and smash us to the ground and arrest and imprison us. Go ahead and try to throw the Blessed Sacrament to the ground. It will be an attempt, only.
My condolences and heartfelt solidarity with family and friends of George Floyd, with all of us who grieve.
I’ve been agonizing and trying to write something.
This has been going on for days. So, I’m punting for just a little while.
I’ve been asking people for their opinions, with those who have a special interest. Lots of discussions…
I’m asking you for your opinions…
I need any reader whomsoever to share this post as I’m looking for advice about what to write. What I do write will be shared, I hope, with newspapers and with all my fellow police chaplains in their thousands. Chaplains can have enormous influence in their departments in conditions like this. Again, please share this with your email contacts, with any social media you may have, Facebook, LinkedIn, etc.
I’m so angry I can hardly continue to write this… I know that what I will eventually write, made all the better by the advice of others to come, will rock the police world and that of police chaplains. I won’t pull any punches about training, about political law enforcement… I’m beside myself. This is an appeal for advice…
Clearly, a disclaimer is in order:
… but I need advice. Help me out. Share this post. Give your advice in the comments.
Moderation is turned on and will stay on for quite a few days. I don’t want people sniping at each other. I don’t want people just repeating each other. I don’t want people becoming targets of each other. I don’t want to throw gas on the fire. Try not to use bad language. I know myself that that’s difficult given the circumstances. But please bother to give me advice. I might have a significant voice in all this at least on the law enforcement side of things.
You have to know, I have much to say about a thousand aspects of all this. But I’m so angry. I’ll stop. You start. Share and comment…
I’ll give people more fodder about me: the first thing I did in my own small town in getting appointed a pastor here was to put on a widely attended Officer Down Memorial Dinner. Sheriffs of seven counties attended, two police departments, FBI, SBI, DEA, Tribal Police, Forestry Police… We read the names of all the line of duty deaths. We had Amazing Grace on bagpipes. We had Taps.
I’m so angry…
Language and violence in that Sicario clip. My reason to put it up is that for the past couple of weeks or so there have been cars exactly like those portrayed in that short video above from the El Paso – Ciudad Juárez border engaging-of-the-threat, but this time just outside the rectory. They’re going to a nearby drug house, as are much more expensive vehicles that are tagged from far distant drug-entry states. As in the above clip, the vehicles carry a driver and three passengers, windows down, ready for action, moving in a kind of slow moving convoy, surveilling every inch just a couple of miles an hour about 100 yards apart from each other, occupants tatted up the neck to the shaved heads and face. The licence plates hang crooked, attached by only one screw on one corner…
As I’ve always noted with druggies, even if they are intensely aware of you noticing them they absolutely won’t look back at you for even a nanosecond – this comment of mine being made from the perspective of a police pursuit vehicle. All of the LEOs I’ve discussed this with confirm that this is what happens. It’s repeated all day, all night. It is what it is. You can have lights glaring and sirens blaring and they won’t bother to glance over, though all tensed up, ready to run or… worse. “Oh, I didn’t see or hear you, officer!”
Don’t think this white boy is guilty of profiling the black and the brown. Why would anyone think that anyway? No, no. These guys, all guys, are all white boys.
It’s all surreal, as if they were purposely playing out the same scene in Sicario. Even the posture of Red and White Shirt in the video above at the start of the video. Every detail identical, like it was even the same actors from the same scene, though not. All white.
Just the other day, one of the druggie guys was allegedly “communicating threats” (a legal term, by the way) to a dear neighbor of mine, saying that they were going to kill that neighbor’s dog, that sweet, sweet dog. I am reminded of someone who is not appreciative of his dog being killed:
If threats are communicated regarding such a sweet dog – like John Wick’s dog – imagine what the attitude must be toward good ol’ Shadow-dog whose owner is a police-chaplain and Catholic priest. Also, don’t think I’m profiling the white boys in the John Wick video above. They are Russian, but I also have plenty of Russia and Balkan in me (besides tons of Poland) according to Ancestry®.
So far, I’ve had a hand in ridding the town of Andrews of three druggie houses, two next to the church (they were using the parking lots of the church as overflow parking, which just ain’t gonna be allowed to happen) and another next to the rectory (with imminent and deadly threats against against a child), etc.
There have been plenty of law enforcement agencies visiting this newest druggie house for quite a while. The druggie house, just a stone’s throw away if you have an excellent throwing arm and the perfect aerodynamic rock, is getting to be annoying as they start to communicate threats. I’m concerned about the safety of my neighbor. Total respect for law enforcement as the situation starts to heat up.
Note well: The threats against pets and against children are typical of the ultra-tough looking druggies. They are all supreme cowards and pick on those who can’t fight back. Cute pet dogs? Really? Infant girls? Really?
No violence so far? That refers to the new druggie house. We’ll see what happens with that. There was a slashing knife attack at the other druggie house next to me sending another to the hospital. When we did a SWAT-style raid on the druggie house, there was not only a load of drugs, but also plenty of guns and martial arts weapons. The police acted superbly, demonstrating themselves to be capable and always the gentlemen, even under that kind of stress. A great team. Kudos to the town of Andrews, to the Mayor, James Reid, and to the Aldermen, for putting together and working with the Police Department, a tremendous asset to the community.
The afternoon of April 4, 2020, we members of the ICPC (International Conference of Police Chaplains) received a prayer request for Law Enforcement Chaplain Don Crider of the Morristown (TN) Police Department. We were requested to keep Don, his family and all first responders in our prayers. He was diagnosed with Covid-19 and was in CCU at Morristown-Hamblen Hospital on life support. He was my next door neighbor, relatively speaking, just 70 miles away in these blue ridges of the Appalacian Mountains. Don had been actively involved with the Police Chaplain Unit for nearly two decades.
Then, just four days later, the afternoon of April 8, 2020, we received this report: “It is with great sadness that we report Chaplain Don Crider of the Morristown (TN) Police Department passed away moments ago. Please pray for his wife Thelma, who is battling unrelated health issues. With current guidelines as they are, any comprehensive memorial would be scheduled at a later date.”
How very sad and distressing for his wife and family, and for the entire law enforcement community. It just rips one’s heart out that there is no memorial service, but that’s the prudent thing to do right now. We don’t want to add to the number of those who are victims of Coronavirus. I wonder if the dispatchers put out a last call for him…
Update to Part 1 which was about what is happening up in Graham County regarding checkpoints: It was said that people who are resident outside of Graham County will no longer be allowed on Highway 28, then 143, then 129 (or vice versa) when the Nantahala Gorge closure would be opened. Well, now the landslide has been partially cleared and the Gorge is now open again, albeit still with one way traffic regulated by an automatic traffic light and cameras, thus enabling people to entirely bypass Graham County. If you drive up to a Graham County checkpoint and you are not from the county, if you do not have a deed to your property in Graham County in your car with you (literally), you will be turned away forthwith. Yep. Pay attention. For my part, I do have a “Green Card”, it being that I’m the pastor of the Mission Church up in Robbinsville.
Meanwhile for Part 2 down here in Andrews of Cherokee County:
The pictures in the slideshow above were taken the other day. The circumstances of the roadblocks have been changing daily, even hourly. You gotta work in view of contingencies, right? Yes. So, what you see here may or may not be what you see if you are out and about near Andrews. I don’t have overview or any extra special insight regarding these road blocks as I don’t know all the facts, not having oversight. That’s not my purview. That’s for our elected leaders. I may be the Police Chaplain, but that has nothing to do with the barrels and cones.
But I will say this: I’ve been doing a bit of “accompaniment” of some of those present at the road blocks or checkpoints. It’s mighty interesting to see the different reactions of people:
The thinly veiled threats have, as far as I know, disappeared entirely just over these few days. The streets and highways are emptying out where we are. People are staying at home as they see the mortality rates go up in surrounding areas. Sometimes it just takes people longer to “get it.” That’s fine.
The next couple of weeks may see plenty of deaths if the charting relative to our stats and that of other countries has any relevance at all. These will be because of infections that took place already some days or weeks ago as we now reap the spread of the virus by the tender snowflakes who feel ever so entitled to spread the virus to others because it’s just an authoritarian rule not to do so.
Of course, I suppose I’m picking on the entitled generation too much. We’re basically all the same in our fallen human frailty. At the railroad block pictured in the slideshow above, when taking that picture, I witnessed an entirely elderly geezer get out of his truck, move the barrels aside, drive through, and then neatly replace the barrels, continuing on his way, I’m sure quick happy to be so clever. What-eeeeh-verrrrrrr!