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Bill in California: no believers allowed to serve as law enforcement officers

https://thefederalist.com/2021/03/16/california-bill-proposes-removing-cops-who-express-religious-or-conservative-beliefs/

Talk about a way to protect corrupt cops on the take from cartels, mafiosi or even from local idiot politicians who protect mid-level drug and prostitution rackets. LEOs who are believers will be thrown out of law enforcement, while criminals will be hired.

All un-Constitutional you ask? As if that were the end of discussion and it ain’t gonna happen? Since when did we even have a Constitution or a Justice Department that could care less about any Constitution? When did Hillary or Strzok or Comey or Obama or any of these guys be brought up seriously on charges?

Nobody who is anybody in the dark world of corruption is prosecuted, ever. The only ones prosecuted in entirely kangaroo courts are those who thirst for justice and mercy, for a Constitutional Republic with the Rule of Law that is actually followed.

I don’t know the origin of that term “kangaroo courts” but I imagine that it has to do with judges and political correctness, as kangaroos travel in herds of hundreds and even thousands. And yet, it is also applicable to those not granted any due process, such as to those who follow the Constitution of these United States. The pass-time for Aussies is to stand up on the back of a flat-bed truck, holding on to the crash-bar at the back the cab with one hand while holding a rifle in the other (yes…) shooting as many roos and joeys as they can in an afternoon.

Oh! I forgot! The same thing has been happening in the military. Anyone who does not actively persecute particularly believing Catholics is smashed down. And here Catholics were the vast majority of military members.

Oh! I forgot! The same thing has been happening in our intelligence agencies. THE enemy of the State is the guy who loves God and loves neighbor, who respects others by joyfully living the Constitution with the Rule of Law.

Oh! I forgot! There are moves to destroy the Constitution, and legislatures are openly trying to pass laws against the Rule of Law. This is how all societies fail. We are in the very last stage of failure.

But there are always good people who are believers – no matter what – and they will be instruments enabling open love of God and neighbor in a society that protects the same. But when will be smashed down in the process.

As for me, I want to go to heaven, so I couldn’t care less about the being smashed down part. Heaven is forever.

The present idiots get five bucks of corruption money and then go to hell. Their choice.

We pray that all might want to go to heaven. Our Father… Hail Mary… Glory be…

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Catholic Church raided Good Friday in SW London by Police

Seriously? Polish? Again? You know why? About the only Catholics going to church in England and Ireland are Polish immigrants who are Catholic. So, the Polish Catholics are made the example.

How do you know those serving are not all living together in the same orphanage? Are the assuming they are live in separate homes? Is this just an excuse to persecute the Catholics in bloody England?

There will always be excuses. Covid-19 idiocy is convenient today.

Why the persecution? It wouldn’t be there if church leadership wasn’t so terribly corrupt. But now people have to push and shove in order to get some witness to the Gospel. Because of the wounds on the risen Body of the Lord Jesus, people have a right to get witness from us. If we don’t given it willingly, it will be taken by force.

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Mask police ganging up on church service thrown out by great pastor

This is in Calgary, Canada. This is pastor is great. I’m guessing he and his little congregation are Messianic Jews. I don’t know. I’m guessing he’s got a Jewish background, that many in his family were burned alive in the ovens in his native Poland. He knows the signs of progression of persecution. Non-Jews will mention Hitler or the Nazis. Pretty much no one mentions the Gestapo these days. We’re too ignorant. He does mention the Gestapo and he’s not ignorant. Anyway, the point is that this is a church, and services are taking place. Call the Mounties! Sorry…

Just guessing, but it’s rather likely the police will come back in even greater numbers, not only with warrants to search the building for maskless parishioners to smash them to the ground – purposely waiting for another service so as to arrest them, including babies and grannies – but also with warrants to arrest the pastor for having been an obstacle to law enforcement or whatever resistance to persecution in Canada is called. I bet they throw the pastor in prison for terrorism because, you know, he holds that God is a higher authority than the state. It’s a demonic power thing of the state. Any challenge to atheistic smashdowns is terrorism.

I think he should research who it was who ordered the police to coordinate such a large group of officers to gang up on the church. Perhaps research will discover some conflicts of interest. That’s how any Kristallnacht begins, a bit of greed, a bit of complicity, of bit of adrenaline to aid one in keeping one’s job. And then the unthinkable happens, that is, unthinkable for those self-congratulators who won’t see it even when the ovens are burning hot. They will say that the pastor should have been more nicer! The sophisticates will just say they got what they deserved. Yep. That includes people around you.

  • “But Father George! Father George! Tell us what YOU would do!”

Well, as one Police Officer told me, he would never contravene anyone’s Constitutional rights. Never. But, he’s not around anymore. Sigh.

We don’t have a tabernacle in church right now as we accomplish renovations back to tradition, but if we are a point in Holy Mass after the Consecrations, the first thing I would do would be to consume the Blessed Sacrament so that there would be no desecration. As I was doing that I would tell everyone either to start filming the raid or call 911. (I know, I know. But it get’s the incident onto recorded, discoverable format, easily subpoenaed in court.)

The second thing I would do is tell the officers that they themselves will be personally liable in any civil, criminal and Constitutional cases, because – yes – that is how liability works when officers break the law. It doesn’t matter that they were “forced” to do so by any superiors.

Here’s the deal:

  • Advice from the CDC doesn’t forbid people not to wear a mask if they cannot do so for whatever medical reasons, such as asthma. Just because someone is not wearing a mask doesn’t mean that they are breaking the law. I’m not a minister of justice of the State and the State cannot force me to be a minister of justice of the State. I have no right to have people declare their medical difficulties in public. Ain’t gonna happen. And officers cannot force people to repeat their medical histories publicly. Hipaa laws, however mitigated, aren’t that mitigated. Any arrests made on presumption of medical history is, instead, the purposed disrupting of a religious service, a criminal act in North Carolina on the first offense. A second and especially a third offence is going to have you doing serious time, officer or not. And if you pick on one church, you had better smash down all the churches, as otherwise it will be a rather pointed hate-crime against a particular class of people, in the case of my church, Catholics.
  • If two dozen people crammed into two or three pews are not social distancing I’m not going to call them out and make them explain that they all live in the same house because they are so poor. Ain’t gonna happen. I’m not a minister of justice of the State and the State cannot force me to be a minister of justice of the State. And if LEOs arrest people based on mere appearances and not on any facts whatsoever, what they are doing instead is the purposed disrupting of a religious service.

The third thing I would do, haven’t talked over any such officers – and again, I can only imagine this happening here as a political smack down to keep me in line – the third thing would be to do exactly what the pastor in the top video did. Of course, around here, it would take exactly one second for me to smashed to floor cuffed behind my back. So be it. Take me, not the parishioners. Make an example out of me, not the parishioners. Is it me you want? Well, then, take me, but not my parishioners. I think Someone else gave that example already.

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GPS trackers stuck on cars? It is to laugh. There’s something, someone, better. Ha!

Besides your phone tracking where you are especially when you turn off all tracking, shut the phone off entirely, and take out the main battery, with much more accurate tracking than if you just left it all on and enabled, media systems and all their adjunct driving “aids” on cars newer than not also have plenty of GPS trackers.

But more than that vehicles can also be tracked with GPS locators, often placed by the owners of vehicles in high car-theft areas. Car makers often provide an option to have car tracking installed in the factory, providing phone apps to help law enforcement. Remember the Asian guy in the Boston Marathon bombing aftermath? This guy is great.

Trackers can save your life and the lives of others.

And as far as any law enforcement placing a tracker on any car… Great! I love it! The more the merrier! Fill up my car, inside and out!

All that exclamation point excitability is for all things being equal, that is, with the person being tracked not being someone who is discovering untold corruption and racketeering in criminal organizations or criminal cover-up going on where it shouldn’t be happening. We’ll assume the good, so, it’s all good.

I’ve never seen any trackers on my vehicles, not that I ever really searched. For me, it’s like, whatever. Maybe they are there for good. Maybe they are there for other than good reasons. Whatever the case, removing a tracker can possibly be against the law, having you wind up in prison. And – as Hillary once said – what difference does it make? You take one off another more cleverly placed tracker is attached. I’ve no time for such nonsense.

Personally, I like the idea of being tracked. It leaves a computer trail that’s pretty much impossible to erase, you know, what the trails are, who’s doing the tracking. It works both ways, keeping everyone honest. My life is an open book anyway. I just have a more refined situational awareness when stupid situations are going down. And that brings welcome skill sets of how to get out of or avoid untoward situations altogether. De-escalation skills are always good.

Again, whatever. And – hey! – I might just have gone out of my own way to track my own vehicles. You never know. It’s never a bad idea. :-)

TO THE POINT: God always knows where we are, and is registering every thought we have, every move we make: He be watching us (sorry for the musical recall). More than that, our guardian angels are, thank God, doing the same. They see the face of God and us at the same time. You know…

Never mind that. He’s got his eyes open all the time. His situational awareness cannot be beat.

Guardian angels will do whatever it takes to get us to heaven, whether that means saving us from perils in this life, or NOT. They want that we have our souls pointed to heaven, that we are calling out to our Lord, that we long to go to heaven, and be prepared for that at any time.

No, I don’t care about electronic trackers. No fear! We all have something someone much better:

  • Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God’s love commits me here, ever this day be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide.

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Officer Down! Guns N Roses & I’m Bleeding Out, edition)

I get it. Now in mid-March here in Appalachia, the above flowers are NOT roses next to the church, now in many clumps and in superabundance. Neither are these roses below, next to the shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe, now exploding altogether in honor of the Immaculate Mother of God:

But any flower is appropriate to give to the Immaculate Conception. So, there we are. They remain outside for now, since it’s Lent, and we don’t have flowers in church during Lent, as per the rubrics. However, we will have a heap of flowers in the Rectory Chapel in a few days as a prayer to our Lady for the eternal repose of a kind soul who I never met on this earth but whom I consider a good friend in heaven. For those wondering about the rubrics on this, which forbid flowers during Lent, know that I’m considering this to be an early preparation of the Altar of Repose after the Mass of the Lord’s Supper on Holy Thursday evening.

Also, as a disclaimer about these posts of Flowers for the Immaculate Conception, I have to say that there is a very dear reader who is helping me get insurance from the USCCA (the U.S. Concealed Carry Association). This protection-tool-related donation is conditioned on me putting up flowers for the Immaculate Conception every time I put up a gun-related post. Yes, that keeps a certain balance. But that series started well before that offer, and continued despite whether or not there have been any gun-related posts. Jesus wouldn’t have it any other way.

But the problem is that I had gotten into the habit of putting up a Flower for the Immaculate Conception close to the timing of any gun related post, and the Flowers post actually diminished a bit as the gun related posts diminished since the possibility of doing up tactical pistol courses has disappeared altogether (with the hermitage now being sold and occupied by others) – Sniff – and what with there being a shortage of ammo. My bad, absolutely. So, getting back into the Flowers series, perhaps a combined post would be appropriate.

How about some commentary on a Guns N Roses song hopefully appropriate also a Flower for the Immaculate Conception. I know, I know. That will take some imagination on my part. I’ve never been accused of not having an imagination! So, how about the Guns N Roses‘ song for an analogy about end of life. Haha. I have ZERO idea about the original intent of the lyrics, and I’m quite sure that what I will do in making for an analogy is not at what was intended. But it is what it is:

Mama take this badge from me [Sounds like a law enforcement officer giving up. He’s appealing to “Mama” to take his badge. For the sake of this “Flower for the Immaculate Conception,” let’s just say this is Mother Mary, Jesus’ good mom. But why should the officer be giving up and why turn in his badge?]
I can’t use it anymore [But why?]
Getting dark, too dark to see [Uh oh… Was he shot and he’s now bleeding out, he’s going unconscious, so that it’s too dark to see?]
Feels like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door [Does he realize that he’s heading quickly to his judgment, that he’s knocking on heaven’s door. Is he giving his badge to Mary as a token of the good works he’s done in protecting and serving at the cost of his very life? Is he calling out to Jesus’ good mom for her intercession for his soul as he goes to meet her Divine Son? This bespeaks great faith and hope, that belonging to the Holy Family is for all of us. I hope I have such faith when it’s my turn to go before Mary Immaculate’s good Son…]
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door, eh yeah
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door, eh yeah
Mama put my guns to ground
I can’t shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin’ down
Feels like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door… /// … oh yeah … /// [skipping some un-necessary lyrics not fitting the analogy!]
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door, wow oh yeah

Let’s get some proper perspective, you know, from the Officer’s point of view. 2,321,939 views April 23 2018 (That would be the Feast of Saint George!)

For a shorter, somewhat more intense video with an analysis of the lyrics by yours truly:

I’M BLEEDING OUT lyrics analysis

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6 in 3 yrs: Police Chief Killer Town USA – Referendum needed?

We’ve been dubbed the Chief Killer Town many police chiefs ago. Not that I’m counting. It’s the paper that reports that we’ve now been through something like six in three years. We’re looking for number seven! We are often with no Police Department, or perhaps we have one officer, then two, or we’re taken over by the Sheriff’s Department. As of the other day, we have four officers plus one Chief. Great! That’s the most we’ve had in a long time. Oh, wait… Our present Chief, hired December 8, 2020, just resigned effective March 8, 2021, on his three month anniversary. Our anniversaries are in months for Police Chiefs, not years.

Hey! I’m not blaming the town in writing about all of this. I’m not saying that anyone in particular is to blame for the moniker Chief Killer Town. I’m guessing that came from other counties and precincts right across the state and in the tri-State area here, you know, perhaps without knowing any of the particulars, not that I know anything. We live in a rapidly changing culture. Respect for the Constitution and the Rule of Law is decimated.

But the real American Way is to encourage people to have their identity securely established by God, the Natural Law of the Creator being utterly consistent with the Ten Commandments, all that being a sine qua non, a without which not. Americans by and large police themselves with love of God and neighbor. The present national administration’s attack on religion on every single front is a bid to remove from souls the identity that they have in God. The only two ways to police a situation without God are (1) by fear and brute force (China, Russia, North Korea, etc.)., that is, by a Defund the Police movement that instantaneously turns into a Police State with puppet officers, or (2) by running from on high the developing war lord gangs and crime syndicates that flourish like never before as people turn to escapism and arrogance – entitlement mentality! – as their new identity apart from God.

In both these cases, honest police are smashed down, as are fire-fighters, as are EMTs, who are all part of the “establishment.” It’s the criminals against “The Man”. Anything or anyone who reflects even a smidgeon of civil society is automatically the enemy.

That’s speaking generally. Just to be clear: the outgoing chief resigned, and he himself super-highly-magnificently-wondrously praised the town officials. Great! So, the town didn’t “kill” him, right? I wish him well in his future endeavors which may well include law enforcement once again. He’s totally in good standing. Friendly guy. Very capable. He’s just stepping back for awhile. Considering the change in culture, I get that, you know, the stepping back of any LEO from all this lack of support, at least for a while. We all need a break to regroup. So, great! I respect that altogether. Good on you, brother.

The purpose of writing this post is to say where we’re at before the town puts out tenders for the job of chief, as those applying should know what they are getting into. I say “tenders” because I’m guessing that anyone brave enough to apply has some room to negotiate about circumstances of employment. The one who is most fit for the job of upholding the Constitution of these USA and the Rule of Law for the good of the town is the one who will insist on a number of things before taking the job. I have a long list, but, in providing that I would be speaking out of turn. So, I’ll just offer one suggestion that all other law enforcement agencies that I am personally familiar with have accomplished or it was already this way since the beginning (because it is just common sense):

  • The Police Department is to be entirely removed from the campus of Town Hall and moved far away to another part of town. Totally separate campuses. Different parts of town. There is a long list of available properties. All my other unvoiced suggestions such as ending all truly hateful and self-destructive micromanagement from non-LEOs would follow from this. This is the most important non-negotiable. It’s a fail from the start if this is not accomplished from the get-go.

That’s not to say that Town Hall is not already pushing this agenda of separate campuses. I don’t know. Last I heard, which is now already something from “back in the day”, plans were to construct a new Town Hall with offices of town officials and offices of law enforcement occupying – again – the same office area. Again. Separate campuses is a non-negotiable. I would go a step further about this non-negotiable thing: properties for this end are not to be been acquired from and cannot be adjacent to any property that is owned by anyone employed at Town Hall or any politician of any kind. Period. Seriously.

I’m seriously thinking of having a referendum put on the ballot this November 2021 about all this if the powers that be don’t proclaim that this is what they intend to do right now. In saying that I realize that I’ve laid myself wide open. It is what it is. The more I see drugs and violence and kids lives being destroyed on any number of levels all over town, it’s just something that has to be done.

Having said all that, the officers who now remain are all good guys, extremely capable, ready – oh, so very ready – to do their jobs with enthusiasm and integrity and knowledge, with seriously over the top skill sets. They’ve already been doing that, of course. I would trust my life to them. I would hope they would trust that I have their six equally. There are so very many in town who feel just as I do.

Andrews is a great little town, but it is falling into the hands of violent druggies. But if any future chief is not deterred by a challenge, this would actually present a day-to-day that’s super interesting, always changing, that makes a huge impact on ordinary lives of the citizens, so very many of whom loudly voice encouragement for our officers and again, have their six, and are quite capable of having their six.

But we’re quickly disintegrating. It’s totally salvageable and able to be brought to an exemplary level of excellence. But we’re barreling to a point of no return. We’re looking for someone who can take the reigns and let their oath to defend the Constitution and the Rule of Law shine so brightly that even the criminal element will be set on their heels as they take note that what’s right is also good for them. And that’s what we want, right? Bringing also the criminal element back to a proper sense of identity before God is what will be good for all souls still involved with this sorry dark world. God is our Light. He is Truth. His love is honest.

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Road danger. Hazing is love. But who’s who? Situational awareness. Backing the blue.

PREFACE:

Some six years ago, in the Spring of 2015, at the end of National Police Week, after putting on the Officer Down Memorial Dinner here in Andrews, NC, a Dinner attended and thoroughly enjoyed by seven counties of Sheriffs, Police Depts of two cities, the Forestry Police (Federal), the Tribal Police (Federal), the State Bureau of Investigation, the FBI, DEA, et alii, I enjoyed rather intensive hazing from some of the same law enforcement agencies by way of accompaniment for nine months straight, like turning on a light switch. Every trip out. Hey! If you’re not hazed, you’re not loved, right? That what the SEALs say.

For the following nine months I counted only one half of one trip up to Graham County from Cherokee County or down into Clay County or into Macon County that I did not have bumper to bumper law enforcement accompaniment, often beginning at the end of my driveway. Bumper to bumper includes about one car length between vehicles regardless of speed or conditions. The one half of one trip that this didn’t happen occurred because it wasn’t my usual time and day to go over the mountain. But they got me on the way back. Sometimes this lasted the usual twenty miles each way. I would get accompanied to the church in Robbinsville, and then they would patrol back and forth until Mass was over, and then jump on my bumper right outside the church and stick with me all the way to Andrews. The record, in another direction, was something like 26 miles, for one guy. But there have been hand-offs, so that one pulls off only to have another literally squealing his tires to get on the bumper once again. I think that’s called gang-butt-rape. Sigh. I think the record for the hand-off thing is 36.2 miles, two counties, just crossing over into a third. This is never once blue-lighted or anything. It’s just a nice and comforting presence.

The vehicles might be marked or “unmarked.” In these parts, “unmarked” cars are rather noticeable, what with being Dodge pursuit vehicles or the usual Ford SUVs, but with crash bars utilized only by law enforcement, and sporting the usual driver-side rotator flood-light atop the sideview mirror, sometimes with a speed-laser on that corner of the dash, often with multiple tiny antennae and, of course, light-bars inside the top of the windshield, not to mention rectangular white and blue LEDs in the grill, you know, all totally undercover. I think they are starting to catch on that that’s all a bit too obvious and are snapping up “druggie cars” utterly unmarked. Finally. Good for them.

Anyway, the longsuffering accompaniment was not only bumper to bumper, but the pursuit vehicle’s right-front bumper might well be next to my back-left bumper, you know, just for fun, as in the video above. That’s the PIT maneuver position. Super dangerous. But it’s all good. Nothing happened, never stopped, except once, which is an epic story of hilarious irony with the Sheriff of that particular county himself (now many sheriffs ago) saying, in apology, that he only wanted to ask the question: “Who are you, anyway?” That stop was listened to by two entire counties over 911 scanners, as I found out later: a huge audience. This is the entertainment for the county. Just doing his job, I’m sure. I almost laughed out loud with the usual “Who are you, anyway?” question that I’ve gotten throughout my life in so many embassies and consulates foreign and of these USA.

But all that fun and hazing spread out almost daily over nine months ended extremely abruptly when I went over to Rome, Italy, for the Missionary of Mercy thing of Pope Francis at the beginning of 2016. When I came back after two weeks away, there was no longer any accompaniment, zero, like a light switch being turned off. Dang! I kind of miss it. But, be careful what you wish for.

“LET’S CAUSE A HEAD-ON COLLISION” INCIDENT:

Just the other week, going up to Graham County, there was what could only be guessed to be a spotter car going up the gorge ridge up from Topton. You just get a sense for things being totally out of place. To get where it was, the person had to stop on a blind curve and reverse without getting rear-ended far into tall weeds without accidentally sliding down the ridge some hundreds of feet, that car being right on the edge of death trying not to be seen. Really precarious. Head lights still on, the driver, eyes peeled, was on the phone. Hmmm. I’m in the habit of noticing things that are just not right. That’s training, or really just common sense. Being aware of one’s surroundings can help avoid trouble and save your life. I’m already cautious, but now the antennae were up all the more.

Graham county is infamous for “insurance” incidents, in which a couple of cars will box you in, cutting you off on the front to be right in front of you and then another hanging to the side in the oncoming lane of traffic, with them simultaneously slamming on their brakes, purposely causing you to rear-end the car to the front, a “driving too closely” incident that will gain the perps life-long insurance payments. This happened to me a number of times, but – having been warned of just such scenarios – I always slammed on the brakes (no one behind me) before they could slam on their brakes – only to have the perps also slam on their brakes just one nanosecond later – but with me escaping their malice by that nanosecond. I even had a couple of cars do this to me twice in a row within minutes on the same stretch of road. If it doesn’t work the first time, try and try again, I guess. It’s not like I didn’t recognize their cars a couple minutes later… Good ol’ Graham County. But I digress.

I didn’t have to wait long for what looked to all intents, purposes and any reconstructions like an ambush, a big white pickup truck fully parked in my lane – sideways – on what is called Dead Man’s Curve, a totally blind and restricting curve. I had to slam on the brakes and go into the at least temporarily vacant oncoming traffic lane on this blind curve in order to avoid T-boning the white pickup. Was it illegal to cross a double-yellow? Not in these precise circumstances. Saving life and limb is paramount, regardless of any possible malice on the part of the guys parking sideways in an active traffic lane on a blind curve. If I had more antennae, you know, like for CBs, Ham Radio, Radio-collar dogs, etc., they would have all have been deployed after this weirdness. I think what they wanted me to do was to avoid them and not go over the double yellow on an entirely blind curve but drift to the right onto what’s called Jack Branch Rd, a perfect place for an ambush if there ever was one. That road comes out from Anthony Branch Rd. It was just after that that I would meet the next installment of stupidity.

My guardian angel being my antenna, I was now very actively looking for another vehicle to do something stupid. Sure enough, shortly thereafter, on another blind curve also involving logistics of a blind hill – just after Anthony Branch Rd – I again had to slam on the brakes. A very large work truck sporting a snowplow usually found on a Mack Truck had stopped in the lane in front of me for no reason that I could figure out. No flashers, in gear, with the brake-lights on, ready to chase in this 55 mph zone. There were guard rails tight to the white lines on both sides. I didn’t want to cross the double yellow line and pass him even though there was no traffic coming because he could easily catch up to my little Subaru and apply the snowplow. Ain’t gonna happen.

Instead – never taking the bait to drive recklessly in these kinds of situations – I fully stopped and put on my emergency flashers some hundred yards back. I outwaited the guy until he saw the line of vehicles behind me slowing up as they crested the hill, including the original white truck parked sideways on the blind curve. This was now creeping me out as the plow-vehicle started moving along only far below the speed limit, but allowing me to stay back a couple of hundred yards, even as the white truck and the others kept back a couple of hundred yards despite the low speeds. That’s something that simply doesn’t happen in these parts unless something else is afoot.

If these were law enforcement officers working undercover, all I have to say is that they obviously don’t know how to conduct what’s called a “felony stop” which has very specific defensive tactics. This was pitiful. If this was law enforcement, they wouldn’t get any trouble from me whatsoever. If I happened to be dangerous felon, considering the unprotected logistics they put themselves in, twice, well, I hate to think about it. If these guys are law enforcement they really, really gotta get some training for felony stops. But – Hey! – maybe this is all hazing and a showing of love in good humor! Great!

Arriving into town I pulled off at a tiny strip mall that had many entrances/exits (just in case) so as to watch the parade pass by, or stop. If anyone would have pulled over next to me, 911 would have been called while I was hightailing it to the Sheriffs Department just down the road. The parade all slowed down to about ten to fifteen miles and hour, four to five times below the speed limit. The driver of the original truck blocking the road sideways was rather apoplectic as he passed by slowing down even more. I was dumbfounded when I now saw the orange – State – license plate and the letters […] on the back as he and his passenger passed by. More hazing? More love? I’m not going to criticize any of this. This was one of the more exciting accompaniments I’ve had. Great entertainment. It’s certainly good training for situational awareness. I’m sure that’s what this was all about. Great! It’s to laugh, now that it’s over. But in all actuality, it was likely a bunch of felons who stole a State license plate and put it on their own vehicle. Really. Not. Smart. Felons never are.

So, don’t get me wrong, if it isn’t something felons were up to, I’m sure it’s all for good-natured accompaniment keeping me on my toes. I’m sure someone will confess soon, laughing, all in good fun. It’s all good. I love it! :-)

ANALOGY WITH SHADOW-DOG:

As an analogy, I am reminded of the protection-accompaniment I get from Shadow-dog:

Shadow-dog also trains me up in situational awareness. Just my opinion, but methinks that Shadow-dog counts as law enforcement since it was law enforcement and our local first responders who arranged that I get him. In the wee hours the other morning (usually about 3:30 AM) the local druggies were making quite the ruckus outside the rectory. They seemed to be mightily pumped up on adrenaline, perhaps chemically assisted. Fortunately, they were making a beeline to the neighborhood drug house. They had set all the dogs of the neighborhood into loud commentary. The druggies have often threatened to beat the brains out of Macie-dog, catty-corner from me. The pellet gun shootings are now eight for Shadow-dog, two for Laudie-dog, and one for Franky-dog across the street. All survived, but some with permanent injuries. Shadow-dog won the prize for his staid rhetoric and confident oratory, keeping the druggies moving right along. I’m happy to have also this – if you will – canine law-enforcement accompaniment. Gooood daaaawwg!

ANOTHER RECENT BUMPER TO BUMPER ACCOMPANIMENT

This time, a marked car got in behind me within a couple of hundred yards from home and stayed right on the bumper for 25 miles, no push marks on my back bumper mind you, but it was really close, which, I contend, is really dangerous. I had tried to avoid all this by pulling off and not getting back on until he was long past, but no. He did the same and got right back on the bumper, right on the bumper. If you do have to slam on the brakes because there’s a tree down (common in the Nantahala Gorge after a rain) or some other traffic oddity just around a blind curve, the nice officer isn’t going to see that. He might judge that to be nefarious brake-checking, and then you’ll immediately have guns to your head. That would rather make the love-hazing all the more complete, don’t you think? So, I don’t much like this, but there’s nothing one can do. This kind of thing, now frequent once again, started up after I asked a certain law enforcement agency (of which there are many in the area: Police Depts, Sheriff’s Depts, Troopers, Tribal-Federal, Forestry, etc.) what the ratio of chaplains to counties is for their particular branch of law enforcement. One for every ten counties he said as we waited together at the check out line at the grocery store. I can’t imagine that this would make anyone upset. So I guess this is bumper to bumper thing is just more love-hazing, seeing if I can tough it out all calm, cool and collected. Well, yes, to all that. I find it humorous even while it’s also a learning experience.

I guess it’s so bad these days that all law enforcement has to assume that there is no longer any kind of support from the community. Sad, that. I always support the thin blue line. There are some bad eggs. But that’s true in every sector of society. Not that any of those possibly mentioned above are bad eggs. Not at all. These are all good guys. I’ve seen that myself, and had heard the same from many. Thanks, always, to law enforcement. That trust might get me killed. Whatever. It is what it is. lol

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Gun confiscation fingerprints? I kind of lost them in a boating accident…

Just the other day the druggies in my neighborhood were readying themselves to do up a home invasion on me, but my fearless neighbor, risking life and limb, chased them away. This happens quite a bit. Andrews, NC is the drug capital for WNC, for East TN, for North Georgia. The crime has transformed and increased to crazy levels. But we don’t have stats because, you know, why should they be sent in to state level anyway? We’re a nice town! But the State is on to us now, so I imagine something might be sent in, maybe for parking tickets or the like. So, speaking of the Second Amendment…

We hear much about HR127 which in effect is tantamount to removing the Second Amendment from the Constitution of these USA. I doubt that will proceed very far. But more recently, an interview with Wuhan Joe was published (now post-inauguration), which presents something even more far reaching in its simplicity. Wuhan Joe wants to confiscate all guns, though providing his personal permission[!] for having a sidearm if there are biometrics involved, so that, for instance, a self-defense tool will not operate unless any involved fingerprints are those of the registered owner of the self-defense tool. This, of course, requires a new purchase on the part of citizens in good standing. Surely there’s no kickbacks to be involved there… Um… Also, technology for framing individuals for crimes by way of fingerprint transfers has been around for decades.

Fingerprints… I’ve submitted to that process by way of black inkings and by way of all sort and manner of glass-plate scanners right through the years right around the world and right across these USA. The fingerprinting events of whatever method have always been frustrating, with whatever law enforcement techs becoming visibly annoyed and even somewhat aggressive with my lack of viable fingerprints. Hunted criminals try to “erase” their fingerprints. No fingerprints = suspicion. The meme question to me is then: “Who are you, anyway?” This blog has sported many accounts of this occurrence which, being so frequent, is humorous.

The last fingerprinting event came about as part of the process of getting permission for second amendment Constitutional rights here in what the Sheriff has declared to be a 2A sanctuary: Cherokee County of North Carolina. The nice officer worked it seemed for an exaggerated amount of time in an attempt to acquire something, anything of recordable data for any would-be fingerprint so as to send these off to the State Bureau of Investigation. “Maybe two or three partials, maybe,” she said after many repeated attempts, exasperated that she had reached the limit of attempts possible in the law. “I’ll send what I have to the SBI, but they will reject this immediately and we will have to go through this multiple times, setting up more appointments on this end and waiting possibly for weeks each time, and then sending it all to them and waiting. This may add months to your request for getting permission. But after many attempts they also will have to accept what is there and send whatever it is off to the FBI. And then we’ll wait again.”

“Permission.”

“No worries,” thought I. “There are other ways of ascertaining who I am, and there will be no problem at all,” thought I, smiling with sardonic contentedness. Indeed, the SBI instantaneously approved me first try – instantaneously – but not because of any viable fingerprints. The nice fingerprinting officer was shocked about this, once again giving me the “Who are you anyway?” look, and offering comments of amazement. It is to laugh.

UPSHOT: I could never fire a gun that wouldn’t fire without immediately viable fingerprints, which wouldn’t work anyway except in perfect laboratory conditions regarding temperature (cold and hot not working), no gloves (which are common when working, and/or when in cold areas, like from Texas to Canada), no sweat (that you otherwise would have even in cold weather when there is an adrenaline pumping situation), no mud, no dirt, no new scrapes since the last fingerprint scan, no blood, and no switching of hands when your own fingers of your strong hand have been shot off (a not super-infrequent occurrence as you draw up with your self-defense tool right in front of you), a bad grip for reason of broken fingers and you shove a trigger finger into the trigger guard all the way to the palm of your hand to get some viable muscle to pull the trigger (no fingerprints there), and so on.

But I don’t have fingerprints to begin with. So, how is this Constitutional? I’m a citizen in good standing, and I’m being infringed. And, yes, I have a many reasons for carrying my now permitted concealed carry tool, also openly carried here in North Carolina and in this 2A sanctuary of Cherokee County.

The joke in these days about any gun confiscation is to say: “Oh! I’m so sorry dearest confiscation officers! I would hand over all my guns but I lost them in a boating accident!” But let’s update that for my situation:

“I lost my fingerprints in a boating accident.”

Go ahead and laugh at my stupidity, as I got what I deserved: While I’ve always had trouble fingerprinting, this intensified when building the hermitage now many years ago. I needed to fill in gaps under the rafters and I used expanding foam. I didn’t read the directions and so didn’t wear gloves. This was like a gorilla glue in the hair experience. My hands had glops of foam all over them. I’ll just wash that off before it dries, thought I. Nope. Rubbing alcohol? Nope. Gasoline? Nope. I finally read the warnings on the spray-can. Uh-oh. I then tried an abrasive pot scrubber. Nope. My heart fell. I entrenched. Steel wool? Yep. After many sessions, many hours each, my hands were entirely raw. It worked, but…

“You see these marks?” asked the nice law enforcement fingerprinting officer, showing me printouts of my non-fingerprints. “The story is embarrassing,” said I, but then I recounted the story above. There was deserved rolling of eyes. I laugh at myself as well.

But should I lose my second amendment under Wuhan Joe just because I didn’t read directions on a spray foam can while going a zillion miles an hour in just getting things done in my construction tasks, even triple tasking? Even someone who makes a mistake with a spray foam can still has second amendment rights, right? Believe me, that mistake will never be made again. We can learn from mistakes. And this wasn’t criminal and there was no criminal intent.

Having said all this, I still have two requests for Diplomatic Security.

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Biden’s *Domestic* War on Terror and Dem racist baiting of this blog

“Criminalizing oppositional ideology…” “Deprogramming…” NOT the America in which I grew up.

When “oppositional ideology” is Sacred Scripture, Natural Law, the Ten Commandments, we’re all dead. I’ve been in some 26 countries, some of them Marxist. I’ve seen this before. People tortured. Imprisoned. Killed. All because of simply not subscribing to atheistic dialectical materialism.

When those who have power prioritize destruction of conscience by way of the imposition of abortion, abortifacients, infanticide, euthanasia, the imprisonment of political prisoners, the outlawing of the free exercise of religion… then we’re all dead. People with no conscience are easily controlled. This is social engineering that looks upon you as a useful cog in the machine, until you’re not. Then you’re taken out.

But who is the “domestic terrorist”? Is it a believing Catholic. Yes, now that’s true.

  • C’mon man…. There’s gotta be something more to confirm that someone is a domestic terrorist.

Enter George W******* from Blacksburg, Virginia, who dropped a comment on the recent post of this blog that re-published President Trumps proclamation that 22 January is to be National Pro-Life Day. That comment promoted “***”, a social media platform which is extremely heavily criticized as being a pro-domestic-terrorist site. In other words, if I approve that comment, then I agree with domestic terrorism.

Well, George W******* knows full well that I have written at length against true racism and against any form of terrorism a multitude of times. George W******* is simply a Biden operative getting those who disagree civilly with Biden’s atheistic anti-Catholic policies to look like they are domestic terrorists. After all, if someone disagrees and belongs to that social media platform, that surely counts as a conviction of domestic terrorism, making that person identifiable as an ISIS operative who instead is simply upholding a Constitutional Republic that promotes God-given unalienable rights with the Rule of Law. And that makes me and about 300,000,000 million Americans targets of extrajudicial execution.

Ex-CIA Director and Islamicist John Brennan likened, say, Libertarians, to “religious extremists, authoritarians, fascists, bigots, racists, [and] nativists”. He’s the darling of the Dems. Worse than Libertarians are, of course, Republicans, or even worse, “Independent”, because, you know… why are they hiding?

  • When the government is entirely paranoid of its own population, that government is no longer for, of and by the people, by definition.
  • The very same people who promote “Defund the Police” insist on having a Police State when they are in power. A Police State is one in which enforcement of the governing party’s policies is the only policy of those enforcing enforcement.

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Dems Defund the Police = Police State when Dems have *power*

After the Dem staged siege of the Capital Building on 6 January 2021 (I’m referring the pre-planning and execution of plans of BLM Antifa to create havoc, using Trump tourist as lemming pawns), Joey Biden, the fake Catholic, is faking paranoia (I guess), and is saying that the 21,000 National Guard + 5,000 Military in D.C. are a personal threat to him, and that they therefore need to be personally investigated, all of them. Since they’ve all been extremely vetted going into the National Guard and going into the Military, this can only refer to finding out who is a Republican, who supports this nation as a Constitutional Republic with the Rule of Law, who has the integrity and honesty to uphold their oath to God. By the way, the Dems voted God out of the Dem party. Yep.

If Joey the fake Catholic is insulting and humiliating the National Guard and the entire Department of Defense, what do you think his intentions are with Law Enforcement, riding on the wave of BLM hatred of Police because they are Police, riding the wave of Antifa hatred of Police because they are Police.

Here’s the deal: Those who insist that all must Defund the Police when they are out of power are the very same ones who, when they are in power, will that second create a Police State. The same people, in one second. It’s all the same, except that individual police will be let go to be replaced with others who instead take an oath to politicians who will command that anyone holding up God-given unalienable rights will have to have their brains jackbooted into the pavement. Yep.

Paranoid cowards like Joey the fake Catholic instantaneously turn into bullies when they can. Coward and bully are flip sides of the same coin. Defund the Police and a Police State are flip sides of the same coin.

This is what happens in such a Communist State. In Russia, there are massive psych hospitals to do just this:

Good ol’ Katie, as angry as AOC. Let’s time travel back into the Obama-Biden Admin:

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“Father George! You’ve lost the plot! You’re all political these days! We don’t recognize you anymore!”

Here’s how it is: If the jackbooted thugs close the churches and persecute religion, will we have Holy Mass, Confessions, Last Rites anymore?

All the unalienable God-given rights go together. Only a Marxist thug and buffoon is going to say that Catholics can’t complain about the persecution of Catholics because that’s political.

Did you know that the March for Life in Washington D.C. has been cancelled? Leadership won’t answer the question as to whether they were pressured from whatever direction.

Let’s review, people voted for the guy who said that the first thing he’s going to do is reopen litigation against the Little Sisters of the Poor to force them to close all of their medical institutions for the elderly and dying because they won’t pay for abortifacients. Wait… What? Yep. And the Dems laugh. Ever here Kamala laugh?

The Little Sisters will be jackbooted onto the street with all the elderly and dying. And your fellow parishioner who voted for Joey the fake Catholic will laugh at you like Kamala laughs. They will mock: “It’s a police state now, you stupid priest! You’re next!” Yep.

What they don’t understand is that in the midst of all this, no real Catholic is phased, afraid, nothing like that. Real Catholics are with Jesus, and encouraged by our Blessed Mother Mary, are protected by their angels, are on their way to heaven. Real Catholics go on like they’ve always done. No compromise. Hello street! Hello homelessness!

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Proof BLM Antifa = Jan 6 Siege. Capitalized by Dems. All staged. Treason. Sedition.

https://www.lifesitenews.com/news/giuliani-releases-footage-of-blm-agitator-giving-riot-training-before-jan-6-capitol-storming

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Capital siege leftist instigator with his extreme violence challenge

Just 45 seconds: 2’00” to 2’45”.

Now that’s some scary stuff…

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Military, LifeSite, Trump on Capital Siege

Absolutely worth watching. What a time we live in? More on that in a future post. Stay tuned.

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Capital Provocateurs: BLM, Antifa

This guy is one of the best of the best. One of ours. Very interesting. What he says is verified by others who were there. A must see, this video.

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I thought I was going to die – Capital Police Officer crushed. He’s great, but…

Very credible officer. And it is always the case that even a majority of any group in these USA are great people. Yes. And, yes, I’m still an ICPC law enforcement chaplain. Why wouldn’t I be? These are confusing times, in which we could move from “Defund the police!” to a Police State in the blink of an eye, which makes police chaplaincy all the more necessary, with the chaplain hopefully pushing for Natural Law, unalienable God-given rights, a Constitutional Republic with the Rule of Law consistent with the Constitution, with Natural Law, with unalienable God-given rights. There are duties which go with rights, right?

Having said that, demographically speaking, there are bad eggs who are able to work their way into, trick their way into, test their way right into any group, right through, say, any seminary vetting program, right through any sussing out of criminals by, say, FBI, CIA et alii induction courses.

Here’s the deal: I can’t get over the fact that there were some Capital Police who were joyfully ushering people onto the Capital campus. They had to know that someone was going to get shot, right? So, what’s the deal with all that?

This politically incorrect factoid was so incredibly obvious the second it happened that high level investigations were instantaneously begun. Great! Of course, investigations can be done just to say that you’ve done them and it’s all good. Investigations can be done by the very people who were in on it from the beginning. So…

… … … erase erase erase … … … GoDaddy, which assigns domains for WordPress, has jumped on the bandwagon of censorship, taking down entire sites without warning. So, I’m trying to walk the fine line of saying something without getting booted off the internet altogether. As it is, I’m seeing a big uptick in blog visits from Automattic, the WordPress platform provider. Are they enjoying the blog or checking out complaints that say I’m not politically correct?

If domain providers are into censorship, what’s next? Is some guy at the local utilities company going to attempt to cut you off the grid because he wants to censor free speech by shutting down your electricity that powers computers and charge phones? That’s not very effective, but this is where we are at methinks.

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SHTF by 17-18 January? What I’m told.

This is just one of many of those purposed “leaks” ever so useful when the SHTF as it does in all societies from time to time in all epochs since the beginning to the end. The “leaks” in this case are coming from all over these USA from wildly different sources, including serious mega-corporations essential for national security.

This could be a ruse as now even multiple national-security sourcing events are often just that, a ruse for the naive. The worst case scenario is that such a ruse (almost impossible to pull off) is to find out who’s connected to who. It could be the ol’ say something absolutely false and then see who ends up reporting it. But I don’t get that vibe here. This is from a good friend who has, how to say, a stellar military-intel career of decades, who, um, knows people, not only individuals, but he’s also great at intel tactics. He’s a most devout Catholic. The upshot is that you need some provisions of popcorn, etc, for a week, and lots of batteries for your radio, and your rosary in your hand, maybe bread and milk and tuna and bananas! Make sure you have your phone charged up for emergency broadcasts. Get some situational awareness about yourself. Ask your guardian angel to enlighten you. Get your soul in order… now.

  • Fr. George, I got some more leads, that most […Intel and Military communities…] say it is going to happen Sunday or Monday. Yes a martial law lock down. All communications will be under the control of the government and the only broadcast will be 3 hours a day for a week [… I’m leaving out lots of activity that will be going on, for safety’s sake…] This is so over the top unimaginable in the US, but I can buy into the lot of it. The logistics are going to be total chaos, moderately controlled by our military. Even if the forces are partially deployed so as to [… I’m leaving out lots of activity that will be going on, for safety’s sake…] it will take 24 to 48 hours to truly stand up a system of check points and control. As I have said, I truly believe something is going to happen, it will be ugly and I am prepared. I believe in our Blessed Mother and pray for peace.

This guy is not naive. He’s seen a hell of a lot in his life. He’s not so stupid as to think it can’t happen here. He is not an ostrich. So… take it or leave it. But pray anyway. We live in rather exciting times. And get popcorn for the three hours a day. And have your rosary at hand.

I asked him if I could put this up on the blog, which only a few devout Catholics see, besides many of, dare I say, the more devout in the intel and military community. Yes, he said. It’s good to go.

My first thought was, like, I should get more food for Shadow-dog and Laudie-dog. Now they have plenty.

Let’s see, what else do I need? I’ve been to Confession like twice in the past week and some. I know… Batteries! I don’t need a bug-out bag because I’m where people run toward! This is the best parish in the world. I’ll stock up some altar breads and altar wine for Mass in the Rectory if travel even to church would be verboten. I think that’s it. I’m not high maintenance. I got me a rosary!

Honestly, if this is what I think it is, I rejoice. I laugh out loud. HAH! Well, we shall see. Nothing is as it seems. But this may be better than it seems. Much better.

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CIA DDI Capital siege open gray source gray man gray zone graywater® humor

After some surely humorous intrigue DNI-OSC was renamed CIA-DDI, but continued working out of a campus in Reston. They are the best of the best at dumpster diving (Hey! I can relate!) in the trashy garbage of open source gray literature of what occasionally might turn out to be gray zone warfare (somewhat diversely from DARPA COMPASS). At least I’m the epitome of what a gray man is not, making me, irony of ironies, the ultimate gray man in a world of counterintel vortices sucking the overconfident into an inextricable maelstrom of graywater®. Did I just say that? ;-)

G.K. Chesterton’s Father Brown stories are helpful to extract oneself, particularly The Secret of Father Brown:

https://ariseletusbegoing.com/2021/01/15/je-suis-le-capital-siege-or-the-secret-of-father-brown-yours-truly-bad-and-evil/

IPs and named servers are easily spoofed, but that would be even stranger than a real visit. So, going along with the game, lets say that this is DDI spending human time on this blog in a time of crisis. First of all, no one in the intel world runs a named server allowing anyone to see the name, and even the the posts visited, and the actual time spent… unless they want you to see that info. And that would be the humorous part. I’m nobody. But, that’s the point. Hah!

What they were looking at was, of course, the blogpost at the top of the blog at that time, which pointed to images/video of Capital Police actively ushering crowds inside the Capital Building with the higher ups knowing absolutely that those protecting the Vice President and voting members of Congress – just outside those interior doors – would certainly shoot those violently breaking in. And Ashli did die.

The National Guard was there, but six requests for their help were turned down. When massive crowds come, you don’t insist on having the a normal day’s number of officers; insisting that upped numbers of officers do not show up is called standing them down. Refusing the Park Police’s offer of assistance is equivalent of standing them down.

And that begs questions about Democrats rushing votes on the 25th amendment and impeachment before we know what happened, almost as if they wanted to cover up their own involvement in a scenario making for staged bad-optics for Trump. More on that in a future post if we’re still up. Meanwhile, let’s review Kryptos, since this is the CIA, after all!

https://ariseletusbegoing.com/2016/01/29/solving-kryptos-part-4-coriolis-effect-crux-stat-dum-volvitur-orbis/

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“Je suis le Capital Siege” or “The Secret of Father Brown” Yours truly, bad and evil.

CHESTERTON FATHER BROWN

The only way to be able to direct souls to the Living Truth is to be humble enough to admit that one could be capable of that which is most bad and evil, for only in that way are we open to Him who saves us from ourselves. Make no mistake: this is not about “thinking like a criminal”, this is about being the very criminal in potentia, as in: “There but for the grace of God go I”, quite literally. This is The Secret of Father Brown, of G.K. Chesterton fame. It’s well worth the read, as are all things Chesterton. A little humility goes a long way. This is one chapter in the volume with the same title. If I were a chaplain to the CIA, this is what I would present to them with some examples. Very tightly scripted:

FLAMBEAU, once the most famous criminal in France and later a very private detective in England, had long retired from both professions. Some say a career of crime had left him with too many scruples for a career of detection. Anyhow, after a life of romantic escapes and tricks of evasion, he had ended at what some might consider an appropriate address: in a castle in Spain. The castle, however, was solid though relatively small; and the black vineyard and green stripes of kitchen garden covered a respectable square on the brown hillside. For Flambeau, after all his violent adventures, still possessed what is possessed by so many Latins, what is absent (for instance) in so many Americans, the energy to retire. It can be seen in many a large hotel-proprietor whose one ambition is to be a small peasant. It can be seen in many a French provincial shopkeeper, who pauses at the moment when he might develop into a detestable millionaire and buy a street of shops, to fall back quietly and comfortably on domesticity and dominoes. Flambeau had casually and almost abruptly fallen in love with a Spanish Lady, married and brought up a large family on a Spanish estate, without displaying any apparent desire to stray again beyond its borders. But on one particular morning he was observed by his family to be unusually restless and excited; and he outran the little boys and descended the greater part of the long mountain slope to meet the visitor who was coming across the valley; even when the visitor was still a black dot in the distance.

The black dot gradually increased in size without very much altering in the shape; for it continued, roughly speaking, to be both round and black. The black clothes of clerics were not unknown upon those hills; but these clothes, however clerical, had about them something at once commonplace and yet almost jaunty in comparison with the cassock or soutane, and marked the wearer as a man from the northwestern islands, as clearly as if he had been labelled Clapham Junction. He carried a short thick umbrella with a knob like a club, at the sight of which his Latin friend almost shed tears of sentiment; for it had figured in many adventures that they shared long ago. For this was the Frenchman’s English friend, Father Brown, paying a long-desired but long-delayed visit. They had corresponded constantly, but they had not met for years.

Father Brown was soon established in the family circle, which was quite large enough to give the general sense of company or a community. He was introduced to the big wooden images of the Three Kings, of painted and gilded wood, who bring the gifts to the children at Christmas; for Spain is a country where the affairs of the children bulk large in the life of the home. He was introduced to the dog and the cat and the live-stock on the farm. But he was also, as it happened, introduced to one neighbour who, like himself, had brought into that valley the garb and manners of distant lands.

It was on the third night of the priest’s stay at the little chateau that he beheld a stately stranger who paid his respects to the Spanish household with bows that no Spanish grandee could emulate. He was a tall, thin grey-haired and very handsome gentleman, and his hands, cuffs and cuff-links had something overpowering in their polish. But his long face had nothing of that languor which is associated with long cuffs and manicuring in the caricatures of our own country. It was rather arrestingly alert and keen; and the eyes had an innocent intensity of inquiry that does not go often with grey hairs. That alone might have marked the man’s nationality, as well the nasal note in his refined voice and his rather too ready assumption of the vast antiquity of all the European things around him. This was, indeed, no less a person than Mr. Grandison Chace, of Boston, an American traveller who had halted for a time in his American travels by taking a lease of the adjoining estate; a somewhat similar castle on a somewhat similar hill. He delighted in his old castle, and he regarded his friendly neighbour as a local antiquity of the same type. For Flambeau managed, as we have said, really to look retired in the sense of rooted. He might have grown there with his own vine and fig-tree for ages. He had resumed his real family name of Duroc; for the other title of “The Torch” had only been a title de guerre, like that under which such a man will often wage war on society. He was fond of his wife and family; he never went farther afield than was needed for a little shooting; and he seemed, to the American globe-trotter, the embodiment of that cult of a sunny respectability and a temperate luxury, which the American was wise enough to see and admire in the Mediterranean peoples. The rolling stone from the West was glad to rest for a moment on this rock in the South that had gathered so very much moss. But Mr. Chace had heard of Father Brown, and his tone faintly changed, as towards a celebrity. The interviewing instinct awoke, tactful but tense. If he did try to draw Father Brown, as if he were a tooth, it was done with the most dexterous and painless American dentistry.

They were sitting in a sort of partly unroofed outer court of the house, such as often forms the entrance to Spanish houses. It was dusk turning to dark; and as all that mountain air sharpens suddenly after sunset, a small stove stood on the flagstones, glowing with red eyes like a goblin, and painting a red pattern on the pavement; but scarcely a ray of it reached the lower bricks of the great bare, brown brick wall that went soaring up above them into the deep blue night. Flambeau’s big broad-shouldered figure and great moustaches, like sabres, could be traced dimly in the twilight, as he moved about, drawing dark wine from a great cask and handing it round. In his shadow, the priest looked very shrunken and small, as if huddled over the stove; but the American visitor leaned forward elegantly with his elbow on his knee and his fine pointed features in the full light; his eyes shone with inquisitive intelligence.

“I can assure you, sir,” he was saying, “we consider your achievement in the matter of the Moonshine Murder the most remarkable triumph in the history of detective science.”

Father Brown murmured something; some might have imagined that the murmur was a little like a moan.

“We are well acquainted,” went on the stranger firmly, “with the alleged achievements of Dupin and others; and with those of Lecoq, Sherlock Holmes, Nicholas Carter, and other imaginative incarnations of the craft. But we observe there is in many ways, a marked difference between your own method of approach and that of these other thinkers, whether fictitious or actual. Some have spec’lated, sir, as to whether the difference of method may perhaps involve rather the absence of method.”

Father Brown was silent; then he started a little, almost as if he had been nodding over the stove, and said: “I beg your pardon. Yes. . .. Absence of method. . . . Absence of mind, too, I’m afraid.”

“I should say of strictly tabulated scientific method,” went on the inquirer. “Edgar Poe throws off several little essays in a conversational form, explaining Dupin’s method, with its fine links of logic. Dr. Watson had to listen to some pretty exact expositions of Holmes’s method with its observation of material details. But nobody seems to have got on to any full account of your method, Father Brown, and I was informed you declined the offer to give a series of lectures in the States on the matter.”

“Yes,” said the priest, frowning at the stove; “I declined.”

“Your refusal gave rise to a remarkable lot of interesting talk,” remarked Chace. “I may say that some of our people are saying your science can’t be expounded, because it’s something more than just natural science. They say your secret’s not to be divulged, as being occult in its character.”

“Being what?” asked Father Brown, rather sharply.

“Why, kind of esoteric,” replied the other. “I can tell you, people got considerably worked up about Gallup’s murder, and Stein’s murder, and then old man Merton’s murder, and now Judge Gwynne’s murder, and a double murder by Dalmon, who was well known in the States. And there were you, on the spot every time, slap in the middle of it; telling everybody how it was done and never telling anybody how you knew. So some people got to think you knew without looking, so to speak. And Carlotta Brownson gave a lecture on Thought-Forms with illustrations from these cases of yours. The Second Sight Sisterhood of Indianapolis —— ”

Father Brown, was still staring at the stove; then he said quite loud yet as if hardly aware that anyone heard him: “Oh, I say. This will never do.”

“I don’t exactly know how it’s to be helped,” said Mr. Chace humorously. “The Second Sight Sisterhood want a lot of holding down. The only way I can think of stopping it is for you to tell us the secret after all.”

Father Brown groaned. He put his head on his hands and remained a moment, as if full of a silent convulsion of thought. Then he lifted his head and said in a dull voice:

“Very well. I must tell the secret.”

His eyes rolled darkly over the whole darkling scene, from the red eyes of the little stove to the stark expanse of the ancient wall, over which were standing out, more and more brightly, the strong stars of the south.

“The secret is,” he said; and then stopped as if unable to go on. Then he began again and said:

“You see, it was I who killed all those people.”

“What?” repeated the other, in a small voice out of a vast silence.

“You see, I had murdered them all myself,” explained Father Brown patiently. “So, of course, I knew how it was done.”

Grandison Chace had risen to his great height like a man lifted to the ceiling by a sort of slow explosion. Staring down at the other he repeated his incredulous question.

“I had planned out each of the crimes very carefully,” went on Father Brown, “I had thought out exactly how a thing like that could be done, and in what style or state of mind a man could really do it. And when I was quite sure that I felt exactly like the murderer myself, of course I knew who he was.”

Chace gradually released a sort of broken sigh.

“You frightened me all right,” he said. “For the minute I really did think you meant you were the murderer. Just for the minute I kind of saw it splashed over all the papers in the States: ‘Saintly Sleuth Exposed as Killer: Hundred Crimes of Father Brown.’ Why, of course, if it’s just a figure of speech and means you tried to reconstruct the psychogy — ”

Father Brown rapped sharply on the stove with the short pipe he was about to fill; one of his very rare spasms of annoyance contracted his face.

“No, no, no,” he said, almost angrily; “I don’t mean just a figure of speech. This is what comes of trying to talk about deep things. . . . What’s the good of words . . .? If you try to talk about a truth that’s merely moral, people always think it’s merely metaphorical. A real live man with two legs once said to me: ‘I only believe in the Holy Ghost in a spiritual sense.’ Naturally, I said: ‘In what other sense could you believe it?’ And then he thought I meant he needn’t believe in anything except evolution, or ethical fellowship, or some bilge. . . . I mean that I really did see myself, and my real self, committing the murders. I didn’t actually kill the men by material means; but that’s not the point. Any brick or bit of machinery might have killed them by material means. I mean that I thought and thought about how a man might come to be like that, until I realized that I really was like that, in everything except actual final consent to the action. It was once suggested to me by a friend of mine, as a sort of religious exercise. I believe he got it from Pope Leo XIII, who was always rather a hero of mine.”

“I’m afraid,” said the American, in tones that were still doubtful, and keeping his eye on the priest rather as if he were a wild animal, “that you’d have to explain a lot to me before I knew what you were talking about. The science of detection —— ”

Father Brown snapped his fingers with the same animated annoyance. “That’s it,” he cried; “that’s just where we part company. Science is a grand thing when you can get it; in its real sense one of the grandest words in the world. But what do these men mean, nine times out of ten, when they use it nowadays? When they say detection is a science? When they say criminology is a science? They mean getting outside a man and studying him as if he were a gigantic insect: in what they would call a dry impartial light, in what I should call a dead and dehumanized light. They mean getting a long way off him, as if he were a distant prehistoric monster; staring at the shape of his ‘criminal skull’ as if it were a sort of eerie growth, like the horn on a rhinoceros’s nose. When the scientist talks about a type, he never means himself, but always his neighbour; probably his poorer neighbour. I don’t deny the dry light may sometimes do good; though in one sense it’s the very reverse of science. So far from being knowledge, it’s actually suppression of what we know. It’s treating a friend as a stranger, and pretending that something familiar is really remote and mysterious. It’s like saying that a man has a proboscis between the eyes, or that he falls down in a fit of insensibility once every twenty-four hours. Well, what you call ‘the secret’ is exactly the opposite. I don’t try to get outside the man. I try to get inside the murderer . . . . Indeed it’s much more than that, don’t you see? I am inside a man. I am always inside a man, moving his arms and legs; but I wait till I know I am inside a murderer, thinking his thoughts, wrestling with his passions; till I have bent myself into the posture of his hunched and peering hatred; till I see the world with his bloodshot and squinting eyes, looking between the blinkers of his half-witted concentration; looking up the short and sharp perspective of a straight road to a pool of blood. Till I am really a murderer.”

“Oh,” said Mr. Chace, regarding him with a long, grim face, and added: “And that is what you call a religious exercise.”

“Yes,” said Father Brown; “that is what I call a religious exercise.”

After an instant’s silence he resumed: “It’s so real a religious exercise that I’d rather not have said anything about it. But I simply couldn’t have you going off and telling all your countrymen that I had a secret magic connected with Thought-Forms, could I? I’ve put it badly, but it’s true. No man’s really any good till he knows how bad he is, or might be; till he’s realized exactly how much right he has to all this snobbery, and sneering, and talking about ‘criminals,’ as if they were apes in a forest ten thousand miles away; till he’s got rid of all the dirty self-deception of talking about low types and deficient skulls; till he’s squeezed out of his soul the last drop of the oil of the Pharisees; till his only hope is somehow or other to have captured one criminal, and kept him safe and sane under his own hat.”

Flambeau came forward and filled a great goblet with Spanish wine and set it before his friend, as he had already set one before his fellow guest. Then he himself spoke for the first time:

“I believe Father Brown has had a new batch of mysteries. We were talking about them the other day, I fancy. He has been dealing with some queer people since we last met.”

“Yes; I know the stories more or less — but not the application,” said Chace, lifting his glass thoughtfully. “Can you give me any examples, I wonder. . . . I mean, did you deal with this last batch in that introspective style?”

Father Brown also lifted his glass, and the glow of the fire turned the red wine transparent, like the glorious blood-red glass of a martyr’s window. The red flame seemed to hold his eyes and absorb his gaze that sank deeper and deeper into it, as if that single cup held a red sea of the blood of all men, and his soul were a diver, ever plunging in dark humility and inverted imagination, lower than its lowest monsters and its most ancient slime. In that cup, as in a red mirror, he saw many things; the doings of his last days moved in crimson shadows; the examples that his companions demanded danced in symbolic shapes; and there passed before him all the stories that are told here. Now, the luminous wine was like a vast red sunset upon dark red sands, where stood dark figures of men; one was fallen and another running towards him. Then the sunset seemed to break up into patches: red lanterns swinging from garden trees and a pond gleaming red with reflection; and then all the colour seemed to cluster again into a great rose of red crystal, a jewel that irradiated the world like a red sun, save for the shadow of a tall figure with a high head-dress as of some prehistoric priest; and then faded again till nothing was left but a flame of wild red beard blowing in the wind upon a wild grey moor. All these things, which may be seen later from other angles and in other moods than his own, rose up in his memory at the challenge and began to form themselves into anecdotes and arguments.

“Yes,” he said, as he raised the wine cup slowly to his lips, “I can remember pretty well —— ”

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Bait to shoot? Dems of the siege?

The last line of defense of the Vice President and those voting – an entire branch of government – included the agent who did the head-shot, who could not have been told to stand down, not by the President, not by anyone. He was like the guy with his finger on the nuclear button. No one is going to interfere with those guys. Can’t happen. He just did his job. It was absolutely known he would in fact do his job. And what gave him a target was staged, I’m guessing by the Dems, who are rushing for the 25th or an impeachment before it becomes known what they have done. What a cynical use of law enforcement protecting them. Law enforcement and non-violent Trump tourists were used like pawns. Too bad, that. We all know of what can only be called a purposed lack of personnel on 6 January 2021.

Trump was speaking in the morning and the assault on the Capital Building had already begun. He was going to present his case at 1:00 PM, but mayhem had already started. He never got the chance to march peacefully to the Capital Building so as to simply make a show of concern about the election. He never got the chance. Blame him? No.

I’d like to see the NSA, FBI and DARPA COMPASS barf up what they knew of logistics for 6 January 2021. Yes, I would. They knew pretty much everything, even visiting the perps before the day, telling them not to go, you know, being polite and nice. SMH.

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Nashville bomber: 5G paranoia. Déjà vu experience, coincidence I’m sure.

Motive: the not-to-be-named-guy hated police?

Apparently a while back this guy made an offhand comment that all police are corrupt. I’ve heard that comment a lot while hanging with the town police and deputies of various counties as a LEO chaplain in recent years (ICPC). That all police are corrupt is a generalization anyone might be tempted to make when being upset at, say, a traffic stop. It happens all the time. It’s like someone exasperated with politicians saying that all politicians are corrupt. Ever here that? The LEOs I know brush that off like a flake of dandruff. No big deal.

I just can’t see that what the Nashville bomber guy was doing in hurting AT&T’s computer junk building had anything to do with baiting law enforcement to get killed. This isn’t like an IED set off at a police recruiting station in Bagdad killing dozens of candidates standing in line and injuring even more, or like an IED set off in a crowded Bagdad market killing dozens, injuring hundreds, then a pause of two minutes, and then another IED going off to kill or injure all the good Samaritans who rush to aid those who have been hurt by the first IED, an evil but common, well known practice. With the Nashville AT&T bomber guy, everything was done to get attention of locals so that they might hear the warnings and get away. The warnings were extremely clear, also for any police rushing to make an intervention. So, I don’t buy into any motive of his hating police as being central to any motive. To do that would be to push actual police-hating groups to do the same thing, jacking up the stakes.

Motive: 5G paranoia?

While clearing the area of detonation of anyone who might get hurt is an ETA Basque separatist calling card, what this guy was doing was entirely different, right? Let’s examine what he actually did, which, in his mind, was to attack 5G infrastructure development.

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Did his action interrupt the work of some scattered 911 dispatchers? Sure. Did that mess with Nashville ATC for some hours? Sure. But that’s so random an effect among the scattered circuitry in the hardened AT&T hardware building that it can’t be said that those were individuated targets of an omni-directional, that is, non-directed explosion.

We know the guy was emotionally vulnerable, which means he might also have been open to being manipulated. That’s not to say he was manipulated, but he was apparently convinced that he was going to be a hero for saving his region and the country and the world from a 5G genocide, you know, brought about by 5G “bad stuff in the air”. I’m no psychologist, but it seems to me that this kind of sociopathic savior mentality needs to be suggested, constructed, nurtured by someone in order for it to get traction in the brain. It’s a much different mindset compared to the “lone wolf” terrorist.

Just a guess, a hypothesis… I’m wondering if there was a manipulator in the background. Motivations for a manipulator run a full spectrum all the way to the left (disruption factors dumbing down societal capabilities) and all the way to the right (intel empire building, which was the contention of the great Bill Binney about other events a generation ago). So, that gets complicated, until you have suspects to study, actionable intel. Let’s see now… Oh! I almost forgot!

Déjà vu...

Already back on September 19-20, 2020, the following was presented to me by way of an extremely vulnerable proxy, a loved family member, who was psychologically compromised, manipulated by a relentless “Karen.”

  • “They, the mafia, the international mafia, where you live, in Appalachia, they have pulse machines from international terrorists, pulse machines of wavelengths of bad stuff that can go through cars and houses and into your body and hurt you and make you tired [microwave targeting of embassy offices is a thing, but I’m guessing my rectory is not an embassy office!] and you’re not safe because they are coming to get you [lol: such a cliché] so you have to run really far away so that you feel better and where you’re not in danger from the pulse wavelength machines of the mafia from international terrorists. And you can read about it on – [A few URLs were provided dozens of times. Sorry, I didn’t pay attention to this. I never want to get baited into visiting weird websites] – if you scroll two thirds of the way down [whatever cited article] and read about it there and it’s true and stuff and everything so go away, really far away, because you’re not safe and they are coming to get you, you know, those people who slow down by your house because there’s a speed bump and they look at your garden and tell you how nice it is or ask you what the Mass schedule is now but they are really slowing down and surely pointing international mafia terrorist pulse wavelength machines at you with bad stuff that goes through cars and houses and into your body and can hurt you unless you run away, really far away, and stay away, and you have to leave now because you’re not safe, and whatever you do, don’t get a 5G phone because everyone with a 5G phone coming this October will die because it’s a genocide of all people with 5G phones all around the world and everyone is going to die with 5G phones so don’t get a 5G phone because it’s as bad as the international mafia terrorist pulse wavelength machines with bad stuff and everything…”

Soon, I would need a new phone, as I’m really hard on electronics. I got a 5G phone weeks later, in… wait for it… October! And I’m still alive! :-)

You have to know that the account of that message above is just a paraphrase of much longer diatribe of multiple rants that went on in the midst of a dozen+- communications, for hours and hours, over days. The extreme duress suffered by my loved one, being unwillingly programmed to do this task, being someone whose personality was erased completely until this, my loved one, completed her mission. This did grave damage to my loved one. The manipulator “Karen” is good at what she does. She uses even dozens of throw-away phones, and now, it seems, endless VOIP numbers.

I don’t buy that the “Karen” manipulating my loved one had fallen for some sort of 5G paranoia. I think she wanted to bait me (who knows why?) into getting upset with her manipulating my loved one. It’s extortion. This “Karen” has also said that she would force me into doing something “to get involved.” The message, it seems to me, is that more harm will be inflicted on my loved one if I don’t comply. The cruelty using my loved one is unspeakable. Anyway, I will not comply. That’s not virtue signaling. That’s a lifetime of experience witnessing situations in which integrity was tossed, witnessing that lost integrity is full destruction.

The timing of this days-long-message to me places it on a timeline in which the Nashville bomber guy was already well into his bombmaking cycle, not that there is necessarily any direct connection with this “Karen” and the Nashville bomber guy. But I have to wonder if this “Karen” possibly knew of the Nashville bomber’s activities, one way or the other. And that, of course, would beg a gamut of monstrous possibilities. If this “Karen” is involved, she’s already proven that, for her, there is no line of conscience which she is unwilling to cross. The Nashville bomber guy suicided. That was totally unnecessary for his ends. With just a bit of effort, regardless of cameras etc., he could have escaped. But he’s dead. He can’t speak to manipulators. Look, that’s just something to notice which might be a remote indication that a manipulator was involved. I’m not saying there’s a direct connection of this “Karen” with the Nashville bomber guy, just that I am personally cognizant of someone who could have manipulated him, and therefore, possibly others. As it is, this “Karen” has a highly inflated sense of being able to manipulate anyone, anytime, anywhere, well, until really smart people pop her balloon, one after the other. She definitely has an “I’ll show you” aspect about herself. I can totally see this “Karen” messing with the Nashville bomber guy. I have to wonder if Petula Clark’s Downtown was used by the Nashville bomber guy to smooth over the manipulation I’m guessing he was suffering, or used by him as a kind of thanksgiving to any “Karen” for allowing him to be the hero saving everyone from the genocidal 5G bad stuff.

All too creepy. I guess that’s an appropriate summary to a super-creepy 2020.

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