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ISIS U.S.A. Solider wants to bomb NYC Sept 11 Memorial. But 6 January…

But then there’s this guy:

Or the zip-tie guy:

Here’s the deal: terrorism and inane acts never get anyone anywhere. It’s only emotion. Sad that people die, sometimes a lot of people, sometimes just a few. In either case it only makes things worse right around the world with untold numbers of deaths.

September 11 only made these USA more resilient even amidst the wars spawned. January 6 only occasioned people to forget about being upset about incidents of voter fraud, so that now what we have is a concerted destruction of the Constitution, the voiding of the Rule of Law, the might makes right of the deep-state now becoming a police state.

What I’ve been telling people for very many years is that back in the day, a “militia” for, of and by the people could in fact go up against an abusive government that is not for, of and by the people, since that government, back in the day, only had a militia on the same standing. That is NOT the case any longer. You simply cannot go up against the U.S. Military apparatus, especially when Military Brass is quite entirely in lock-step with jackboot fascist Dems, the very ones who are so against the free exercise of religion, the freedom of speech, the freedom of assembly.

All that is going to be accomplished is a lessening of rights of citizens in good standing in these USA. Period. Look, I’m not insulting anyone’s thirst for justice and righteousness, but this is not the way to go about it.

First of all: merely with some hundreds of drones kitted out with directional EMPs or all lasered up and programmed with coordinates, set out on a grid from sea to shining sea, the military can take out any dissidents who are merely perceived enemies of Dem ideology, like, within hours, literally. All ready to go. This is already old technology. We’ve had this for many years. You gonna go up against that? Really? That’s one example.

Second of all, and much more importantly: the only way to get back true patriotism is to recognize, by definition, that God is our Father. If we’re all just playing identity politics, it’s over. Everybody, get on your knees before God.

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As Trump departs to Florida, Comey promotes burning of Republicans

Oh! He meant the Republican Party! Sorry! Oh! I forgot! The Republican Party is made up of American Citizens, about 100% of whom are citizens are peaceful and are in good standing, but who are now considered Domestic Terrorists along the lines of ISIS. And you know what happens to terrorists, don’t you?

Oops! No surprise: Joe Biden has already reversed the Mexico City Policy. Our Lady of Guadalupe is not pleased. Nor are the angels. Innumerable children will be put to death because of what Joe Biden has already done with his presidency.

Oh, but wait, there’s more that I forgot, stupid Catholic priest that I am: the Holy See gave Joe Biden 100% praise, forbidding any critique of his pro-abortion, pro-“gay-marriage”, anti-free exercise of religion, anti-Catholicism until the Holy See got into the messaging game first with their 100% praise.

That’s a photoshop from quite a while back. But it seems to me that the purpose of the Holy See being joined at the hip with Joe Biden, stomping around in jackboots, kicking faithful Catholics in the face, is to make you depressed, go into despair, specifically so that you lose your soul. This is Satan’s trick. Always. I’ve seen this 100% of the time I’ve been called upon to do an exorcism in any of these past decades, in people of every age, race, background, culture, country. Satan wants you to lose hope, because then Satan wins.

So, instead… be hopeful, doing your best to carry the treasure of God’s good grace and love and truth in broken vessels in this world as Saint Paul has it. The fiery Holy Spirit to make us members of the Body of Christ, with Jesus. Jesus is stronger than death. He means to bring us to heaven. But we have to agree to let him do this. We have to have the integrity and honesty in His grace to keep the commandments in all truth. We’re weak, but all things are possible with Jesus. Set your sights on heaven, be hidden with Christ in God.

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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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Biden is anti-Catholic. Today I offered Mass “For Our Oppressors”

Apparently, I am just about alone in that in the whole world.

I take solace in a voice of truth…

Is Biden anti-Catholic? Yes. He wants babies in the womb to be shred to bits. He wants you to pay for abortifacients. He witnesses “gay marriages”. If your parish church doesn’t agree, too bad for that church. He says he wants to protect the Constitution, but he will make life difficult if you support the Constitution.

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Fr Kirby: fake Catholics spit in Jesus’ face voting for anti-Catholic Biden

Yep. All the self-congratulatory, clever, sophisticated, blue-haired, always rich, always elitist, upturned noses, social justice warriors who want to defend that they themselves have had a half dozen abortions, who have used abortifacients the rest of the time, who have promoted contraception with their friends, all of them are ones who voted for fake Catholic Joey, who have created hells of division in their parish churches, who have made their churches into Dem hell-holes.

The problem is, I couldn’t speak to my congregation in this way as I can’t think of even one person at church who would ever vote for Joey the fake-Catholic. Of course, I can complain about those who have done this, fake Catholics as they are, in places not far from where I am writing this. Well, they can congratulate themselves for now. Sure. But Christ our God will come again to judge the living and the dead and world by fire. They had better repent while they have the chance. It won’t be long until there will be no more Mass, no more Confessions. They have brought this upon themselves, upon all of us.

Oh, and just to say it:

I don’t care if it’s the Pope himself, if Joey the fake Catholic ever presented himself for Holy Communion in my Church, not only would he be refused (a spiritual favor to him), but, if he made a scene, you know, his usual “c’mon man, let’s fight out back or let’s do pushups, you dog faced pony soldier,” well then, I would have him escorted from Church and charged with the crime of interrupting a religious service. And if the Secret Service intervened so as to set up a cage-fight or push-up match, I would simply stop the distribution of Holy Communion and finish Holy Mass, ignoring the antics of the most pro-abortion, most pro-gay-marriage, most anti-free-exercise-of-religion, anti-Catholic president in USA history. This would never happen in my church:

The usual anti-Catholic ecclesiastics will surely be contacting the Chancery of the diocese, again, to complain that I’m being political. Whatever.

Here’s the deal. If I complain that someone is sending themselves to hell by presenting themselves for Holy Communion even while openly persecuting the Church it’s not because I’m an ol’ meanie, cruel. No. It’s because I want the likes of Joe Biden to repent and go to heaven, with the primary emphasis on repenting. That’s necessary. Those who don’t instruct Joey Biden or who stop that from happening, cancelling priests faithful to Christ our God and His Church, it is also they who are risking going straight to hell. I don’t want that either. I want as many in heaven as who will repent and thus be open to going to heaven.

The upshot? … Good for you, Father Kirby!

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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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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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Donald Trump Elevator Fight Scene: some much needed humor

So, this is humor. Get it? Moreover, the one who initiates trouble is NOT Donald Trump. It’s just humor!

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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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Biggest lesson 6 January 2021: Thank God for persecution. It means Jesus loves us.

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Jesus: “Go tell that vixen…”

Years ago, well into the Obamination Administration, I was speaking to a friend of some three or four decades over in Rome about what I was guessing was going to be a violent persecution of the Church in these United States. He immediately responded, almost cutting me off, to say:

  • “Thank God for that persecution. It means that Jesus still loves us. God loves us. Thank God.”

Indeed. A persecution is allowed by the permissive will of God to let His Living Truth shine out from us, witnessing to the honesty and the integrity provided by God’s love amidst all the weakness and darkness and effects of original sin, amidst all the horror of suffering the unjust aggression of others in this sorry world.

Giving witness in good times? As Jesus asks:

  • “What credit is that to you?”

But giving witness in a full-on persecution? Yep. That takes the Holy Spirit’s Gift of Fortitude. And that’s when the witness is much more likely to be received by the persecutor. Remember the Roman soldier who rammed his sword into the side, into the Heart of Jesus? Jesus gave witness to our Heavenly Father to the last, and then the Roman soldier said:

  • “Truly this was the Son of God.”

Thank God for persecution. It may very well mean a new beginning when it is over, a new multitude of believers who are in humble thanksgiving before Jesus, the King of kings, the Lord of lords, the Prince of the Most Profound Peace; it may very well mean that more souls get to heaven, having their souls grabbed by Jesus upon the occasion of the great witness having been provided by the martyrs, always all in His grace, the fiery love of the Holy Spirit.

The lesson?

Be strong in being the littlest of the children of God, no matter what.

Saint George is depicted as slaying the dragon (the Roman Empire possessed by Satan). But Saint George was killed off by the Roman Empire. That’s the point: Saint George persevered with a love and truth stronger than death, stronger than the Roman Empire, stronger than Satan. Saint George conquered, slaying the dragon in his being slain, all the while giving witness to that love and truth of God. And off to heaven he goes, the victor, bringing many souls with himself.

Do you want to know how to have a Constitutional Republic with the Rule of Law? This comes about by being the littlest of the children of God, because it’s that which makes one stalwart in the unalienable rights given… wait for it… stalwart in the unalienable rights given by God Himself. Yes.

The lesson?

It is a great grace to give witness to Jesus in His grace in the horrific circumstances. Let’s do so with enthusiasm.

Jesus is the One, the only One, who will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire. Amen (and Amen!).

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Message from President Trump 7 January 2020

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Family Research Council vs anti-Family Census Bureau’s American Community Survey. Like a lion! Hah!

The American Community Survey of the U.S. Census Bureau of the U.S. Department of Commerce is still closely following this blog. I guess the bit I levity in which I indulged with the last post yesterday about their new Federal enforcement agents bit a button or two. :-)

Census Bureau’s American Community Survey’s new Federal compliance agents

Meanwhile, that was quickly followed by another hit some stone-throws away, over at the great Family Research Council, also in D.C. just East of the White House. I mean, it’s the post that they go to straightaway that’s just so cool. I know it’s just a coincidence, but on the other hand, it was like a direct warning from them about the anti-family American Community Survey:

Here’s that post. It was written some years ago. I take it to heart now. Thanks, FRC!

https://ariseletusbegoing.com/2016/04/30/leo-rugiens-cui-resistite-fortes-in-fide/

I’m also tagging this with “Humor” as this made me laugh out loud. I’m having way too much fun as a priest. I know, I know. I’m sure I’ll pay for it soon enough with a knock on the door and cuffs being slapped on hands and feet. Whatever. It is what it is. I refuse to let go of a sense of humor even in dark, dark times.

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117th Congress opening prayer: “Amen and awoman” – 2021 outlook on free exercise of religion

“Emanuel Cleaver II is a United Methodist pastor and an American politician who is a member of the U.S. House of Representatives. Cleaver represents Missouri’s 5th congressional district, elected in 2005.” And, yes, he’s a Democrat. Yep. The same political party that voted God to be cast aside.

So, let’s see… “Emanuel”… Emanandawomanuel with himself being a self-envisioned god, cancelling out the One, True God?

Maybe he’s got an explanation, like poking fun at Nancy Pelosi. But there is no excuse, is there?

That anyone would have to ask about this is indicative of what’s coming in 2021.

It’s not going to be a good year for the free exercise of religion. No, it’s not.

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ACS Census Bureau creepy sex-survey deadline past. I’m so dead.

The unique identifier codes for yours truly were cut out of the graphic above as I wouldn’t want anyone too-good-willed responding on my behalf just so as to get me out of trouble. Don’t do that.

The upshot of this deadline threat – December 23, the day before Christmas Eve (received just a few days before that) – is that I missed out on the percentage of non-respondents who are graced with having no follow-up visits. I’m already scheduled for a visit from Federal enforcement officers (they have IDs and Badges, the works) and the only way to be “removed from our schedule for a visit” is to fill out the 48 page questionnaire making for a lifelong intimate autobiography, you know, at a time when all respondents have their autobiographies hacked by SolarWinds and others. How swampy is that? What a gift to – who? – Russia? China?

In calling this a “sex survey” in the title of this post, I am referring to the fact that like 5% of the survey is about sexual inversion, perversion, same-sex marriages or partners, or some sort of weird combination of those possibly with any numbers of trans-whatevers in all that filthy disgusting mix. I’m guessing that the Census Bureau’s rejoicing about Sodom and Gomorrah regards providing a sizeable percentage of $675,000,000,000.00 billion U.S. dollars of tax-payer monies to government programs promoting, protecting, encouraging, teaching all that is perverted, inverted, trans-whatever, and smashing down those who disagree with up to $5,000.00 in fines and up to five years in a Federal Penitentiary.

Note the syntax of the interrogator interviewer coming to one’s home to complete the survey in person. They will complete the survey – regardless of any answer or not of any respondent – by way of their own “imputation” (their wording) of the answer they ideologically provide. They don’t say they will “assist” but that they themselves will complete the survey. This is a long standing stated modus operandi. If you don’t do it, they will fill it out the way they want to and sign your name to it.

About the statement that such Federal agents “will come to your home”, there is a comment on a Federal Trade Commission’s article asking whether such Federal enforcement officers have the right to enter someone’s home and set up shop. That query was met with an official FTC answer that danced around the question without answering it. In other words, yes. Enforcement officers may decide to enter one’s home. The (in)famous protestation of “I do not consent” isn’t going to stop that. Setting up shop to complete the lengthy interrogation is effectively – to use a technical term – a “search”, as what they are looking for also has to do with numbers of rooms, everything there is to know about one’s bathroom, and so on. They are in one’s home for so long that they will, of course, disgustingly, want to use the bathroom. I don’t want contact with all their disgusting bodily fluids, especially considering that a sizable percentage of the interrogation is all about allocating billions of dollars in tax-payer government programs to shore up all that is same-sex marriage/partnering and all that is trans-whatever. Federal enforcement officers smashing down Constitutional rights so as to force cooperation against one’s conscience that is rightly formed by all that is Judeo-Catholic means that the enforcement officers are tender snowflake violent bullies, right? Just a question.

Still, I do not consent to any home invasion as this rectory has a dedicated chapel established with the permission of the Most Reverend Bishop, meaning that the Most Blessed Sacrament resides in a Tabernacle. That’s not a public chapel. I not going to risk desecration of the Blessed Sacrament with enforcement officers poking around anything and everything.

  • “Oh, Father George, you exaggerate. That’s not going to happen. You’re a conspiracy theorist!”

But here’s the deal. They have already proved their malice. After the normal national Census, the Census Bureau berated me as a liar because I’m a Catholic Priest living in a Catholic Rectory, insisting that I lied on the Census because I said that I live alone. They – three different agents from the Atlanta regional Census Bureau, insisted that because I’m a Catholic Priest living in a Catholic Rectory I must be keeping women and children here, with such an accusation giving them the go-ahead in their own minds to lie (with “imputation” as they call it) on the forms having my name on them. Their malice rises to the level of a religious hate crime as they threaten with up to $5,000.00 in fines and up to five years in prison so as to force me to agree with them. Such violent actions are purposed to instill terror against a particular group or sector of society (in this case all Catholic priests), fulling the entire definition of terrorism. My own health is such that I wouldn’t last days in Federal Penitentiary, much less five years. I’m so dead.

Here’s the deal: Since the American Community Survey, a subsidiary of the U.S. Census Bureau, asks the same questions about numbers of people living in whatever residence, and since I now know of their malice that rises to the level of a religious hate crime if not terrorism, and since I know that they themselves supply answers “by imputation” to fit their own agenda, I cannot be a respondent to the American Community Survey. To do so would be to agree with their malice against the Catholic Church already expressed after the Census. I am not going to give them a chance to butt-**** America, using me as their fresh meat to do so. Can they throw me as fresh meat into a Federal Penitentiary for five years for being a non-respondent? Sure. Might I die in prison from mistreatment? Sure, including being gay-raped repeatedly. Such a nightmare is joy for them. I’m referring to the percentage of the Survey given over to all that is homosexual and transgender. I will not comply. I’m not going to be part of the American Community Survey. I would rather be a non-respondent and then go to heaven for eternity than to go ahead and be a respondent only to gain, perhaps, a few more minutes on this earth and then go to hell.

Taxation without representation to the tune of $675,000,000,000.00 billion dollars? Yep. Another Constitutional case to bring forth besides their hate crimes beside their going against the free exercise of religion.

They don’t give a day and time for the “visit”, but I’m guessing it will be some time after January 6, 2021, you know, to take account for a slowdown in USPS hardcopy deliveries, you know, what with all the delays because of Christmas pileups and COVID. January 6 will be an interesting day in America, what with their hoped-for ratification of Electoral College votes, a day when the swamp, they think, will be given the green light to prosecute citizens in good standing and do up a Sodom and Gomorrah on the whole country.

The Director signs off, writing “Sincerely.” I don’t buy it. See Ezekiel 23.

  • “Father George, you’re exaggerating. You’re not so important as you think. You’re nothing, NOTHING!

Yes, well, I agree with that! LOL!

Here’s the deal: I know they haven’t thrown anyone in prison for a long time for being a non-respondent though they do hand out hefty fines. But this year there is a large percentage of people who are not responding, no doubt due to the emphasis on same-sex marriage and trans-whatever. A large amount of non-respondents statistically invalidates the entire effort. Therefore, they have to take up someone whose case might become known, whose prosecution will become known. My little blog is totally insignificant, ever so tiny, just like this smallest of all parishes in these USA. But I have a lot of friends who do have a voice. If I’m the example that is to be so mistreated, to the end for them that other non-respondents will fall into line, answering and losing more rights as they do so, then so be it. Again, I want to go to heaven, not hell. I would rather fall on my knees in all freedom before Christ Jesus than to be forced to my knees and be an ideological sex-slave of the Census Bureau.

The Census Bureau is, of course, relying on the SCOTUS to continue smacking down cases brought against the Census and the American Community Survey, as they have done many times in the past, but those cases were all based on privacy rights. My own case would be based on the unalienable God-given right to free exercise of religion. Thank you, Justice Amy Coney Barrett. :-)

Oh. I forgot. Black Lives Matter, which has allegedly been burning down Catholic Churches right around the world, now has representation on the proposed Judiciary Committee of the Kamala-Joe ticket, and she’s said that the SCOTUS must be expanded so as to political. Yep. No more Constitutional Republic. No more rule of law. Sorry Amy. You’re likely to be a political prisoner of the mucky swamp as well.

BTW: Wasn’t the latest spending bill allocating 10 million dollars to Pakistan to do up transgender studies? I bet that’s about analyzing LGBTQ+ issues issuing from the American Community Survey of the Census Bureau. Think about it. LGBTQ+ in Pakistan.

Having said all that, I will be happy to greet any Federal agents of the American Community Survey of the U.S. Census Bureau of the U.S. Department of Commerce with all their – oh so scary – IDs and Badges. But I won’t talk to them. If I recall, there is Someone else who did not respond to idiot questions. That would be Jesus before Pontius Pilate. Jesus is the Living Truth. Pilate wasn’t interested in any truth whatsoever.

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