Saturday, July 26, 2014

DEBTOR'S PRISON RETURNS?

Really, nothing surprises me anymore about the collective insanity that has engulfed the political and law-enforcement class in the USA.  But just when I had decided that it doesn't get any more ridiculous, we now have the triumphant return of Debtor's Prison.

http://rt.com/usa/165456-jailed-truancy-fine-dead-cell/

When it comes to Money, the nation that was founded by Money and for Money will not brook any refusal to cough up cash to the State, immediately if not sooner.

I post these little ditties about life in America more in sorrow than in anger.


Friday, July 25, 2014

THE BURNING OF AN 1800 YEAR OLD CHURCH, BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE USA

http://english.alarabiya.net/en/News/middle-east/2014/07/20/ISIS-burns-1-800-year-old-church-in-Mosul.html

The foul ISIS, which would not have existed but for massive US support for the anti-Assad forces in Syria, are doing the dirty work that would have been done by the USA had their invasion of Syria not been stopped last year: the extermination of the Christian presence in Syria.

Qui bono?

I can think of only two nations who will benefit from this, and I am sick of writing about them and their crimes against not only Christianity but mankind.  They know who they are, and I suspect many others do, too.


UPDATE:

Now they've bombed the tomb of the prophet Jonas to rubble:

http://rt.com/news/175636-iraq-jonah-tomb-mosul/

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

ENCOUNTER WITH MUSLIMS


I had arrived in London in the Spring of 2008 and was in the process of spending the first day there applying my usual remedy for jet-lag.  Forcing ourselves to stay awake so that our body clocks would re-set my wife, daughter and myself did a little shopping in the Hyde Park area to keep our minds off our great desire to go to bed and sleep.

We took a little respite at the park watching the water birds provide endless entertainment when an awful dread came over me.  My wallet was missing, the wallet in which I had my British pounds, my travel documents, my credit cards and every other important piece of paper a sensible traveler should always have with him.  We had been shopping at various stores so it could have been left at one of them inadvertently or, a mounting fear building, could have been lost somewhere in the streets.  Devastated, I re-traced me steps as best as I remembered them, begging St Anthony for assistance all the while, and went back to every store we had been to while my wife and daughter stayed at the park awaiting my return.  When the last store clerk told me they had not seen any such wallet nor had anyone turned one in I stumbled back slowly, and I mean slowly, back to Hyde Park to relay the terrible news to my family.

My mind was a total chaos, every imaginable bad scenario racing through my tired brain until finally exhaustion made me stop at the stone gateway to the park where I put my head against the stones and prayed again.  I begged Saint Anthony to get me out of this catastrophe.

Near the park entrance was some sort of meeting place for Muslims and I had noticed them going in and out of the building or milling around chattering away in what I assumed to be some Arabic tongue.  They seemed affable with each other as the frequent laughter emanating from their groups attested.  But my mind was swirling with uncertainty and I could not pay attention to them or anyone else.  I raised my head from the stone wall, turned and started the slow walk back to the park bench where my wife and daughter were awaiting.

As I walked back a group of young Muslim men who had emerged from the meeting hall were passing me, and I heard one of them, a man in his late 30s, reciting a group of numbers in broken English.  Those numbers, as I listened in astonishment, were the numbers of my home telephone number.  I swung around to look at him.  He was holding my wallet open as he walked along with his group of friends, reading the identification information I had left inside the wallet with a concerned expression on his face.  I ran up to him and in an overjoyed voice told him that he has found my wallet!.  The man and his companions instantly rejoiced.  He put his arm around me and was trying to say in broken English that he was wondering how he might contact me in order to return the missing article.  I told him that Saint Anthony had heard my prayers and when I said that to him his eyes sparkled and a warm, wide grin appeared on his face, and the faces of the others.  They began saying, "St Anthony!  St Anthony!" with that same jubilation as before.  They must have understood.  When I made a quick sign of the cross they embraced me even more and I do believe if I had stayed with them any longer I would have been invited to their home for an evening meal.  I'm sorry now that I didn't invite them to join me in some refreshment; they would surely have accepted, so happy were they to be of help to me.

We parted company, happy with each other over the entire episode.  When I returned to my wife and daughter Saint Anthony, I hope, heard some more prayers, this time of Thanksgiving.  And we also prayed for these kindhearted young men that the grace of Faith would be given to them with great generosity by the One God Who created them.

St Francis and the Sultan, by Giotto
Reading this tragic yet heart-rending article over at Catholicism.org - about the Moslem professor who was killed by the US-funded ISIS fanatics merely for protecting the Christians in Mosul - is what brought back to my mind the encounter of which I write.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

COWARDICE GETS A NEW LEASE ON LIFE

The Modernist Clan, somewhat suffering recently from the ever-apparent reappearance of reality, has been given a new lease on life by the current pontificate of Pope Francis.  The moribund and stale views of the ecclesiastical hippies has been given an injection of revitalizer by some of the words and actions of a Pope who one day can quietly observe something truthful and the next day proclaim some particularly ridiculous notion that the Church "has never been in greater health", etc.

(If this be health God spare the Church from sickness.)

Proclamations such as this are music to the ears of the Modernists who had been in an ascendant trajectory since the swinging '60s but who had experienced a slight dip about a decade ago.  No longer.  Their plane is soaring high in the sky again, and I use the word "high" deliberately.  Like the barfly who has been given one more for the road the pickled prelates of the Church of Happy are cheering on Pope Francis as he makes one weird or incomprehensible comment after another which for them means being given a green light to continue on with their own special form of episcopal cowardice.  For example, here are the bloviations of the giddy Bishop Robert Lynch of Florida who sat on his ample rump while Terri Schiavo was being deliberately starved to death:  Rod Pead, editor Christian Order reveals Lynch's exuberance:

"For the rest of my days on earth," gushes Bishop Lynch, referring to the America interview, "I will be grateful to Pope Francis for this exquisite and dead-on observation: 'I see clearly that the thing the Church needs most today is the ability to heal wounds and to warm the hearts of the faithful; it needs nearness, proximity. I see the Church as a field hospital after battle. It is useless to ask a seriously injured person if he has high cholesterol and about the level of his blood sugars! You have to heal his wounds, heal the wounds…. And you have to start from the ground up'."

Superficially this sounds fair enough. Yet the stated priority — "to warm the hearts of the faithful" — has already shifted and tailored "the ground" (the doctrinal foundation of faith) to accommodate perverse and naturalistic social gospel ends. "So what was left on the battlefield as the Pope might see it," concludes delighted Field Marshall Lynch, is "a church where parents are coming to accept and love their gay and lesbian children." (After all, who are the Vicar of Christ and his commanders to judge the life-and-soul-destroying behaviours/inclinations of their troops?).

Where does one begin in an attempt to assess such words?  Lynch is happy that the Church is a place where now the parents of those children who engage in unnatural vice can "accept" them as they are?  If, God forbid, one of our children should succumb to such unimaginable perversions we are, according to Lynch and the new Church he describes, to merely accept it?  If Bishop Lynch is inferring that with the new Pope in charge we no longer have to strive to keep our family and friends free from such evils then either Lynch, or the Holy Father, or both of them have either gone off their rockers or have just committed one of the most grievous offenses against faith and morals in the entire twenty-century history of the Roman Catholic Church. Let us think this through: Bishop Lynch is telling parents who have children engaging in mortal sin that all is well and that we should not get too uptight about it.

His will be one of the skulls paving the byways of Hell.


Friday, July 18, 2014

MARY, HELP OF CHRISTIANS, PRAY FOR THEM


The killing of innocent Christians, and innocent Muslims, continues.  Some in the world cheer, most remain silent.  We have provided a few links.

You be the judge.

http://original.antiwar.com/Ida_Audeh/2014/07/16/listening-to-israel/

http://www.dailystar.com.lb/News/Middle-East/2014/Jul-17/264236-israeli-tanks-shelling-gaza-rehab-hospital-director.ashx#axzz37qnqGsAJ

https://firstlook.org/theintercept/2014/07/17/nbc-removes-ayman-mohyeldin-gaza-coverage-witnesses-israeli-beach-killing-four-boys/

http://news.yahoo.com/gaza-three-children-killed-playing-roof-203716384.html

https://twitter.com/hashtag/GazaUnderAttack?src=has

http://original.antiwar.com/justin/2014/07/17/israel-kills-for-the-fun-of-it/

http://catholicism.org/the-suffering-in-gaza-is-a-shocking-scandal-say-bishops.html

http://www.counterpunch.org/2014/07/10/the-true-gaza-backstory/

http://rt.com/news/172324-israel-watching-gaza-attacks/

Will the Holy Father say something, other than the usual platitudes about "calling for peace"?


Something tells us no, he won't.  Please God that we are wrong.

The Catholic Zionists, and there are, alas, many of them running blogs on the internet, will be among the enablers of this current horror, their minds formed by propaganda and an apparent inability to think through this story.  We pity them, and we hope that their eyes will one day be opened.

Since we can do nothing, especially we Americans whose tax dollars are mostly paying for this murder rampage, we turn to Our Lady, Help of Christians.  Please join us in asking Her to stop the Israeli slaughter of the innocents, a special brand of collective punishment that was used once before in history by their co-religionist, Herod the Great.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

BETHLEHEM CHRISTIANS AND AGGRESSION

Gaza, 15 July 2014
The official narrative of events in the Holy Land usually goes something like this: the new homeland for the Jews is continually under fire from fanatical Arab terrorists and thus the so-called State of Israel must defend itself.

The Mad Hatter could not have explained it better.

But the actuality is somewhat different from the official line being given us by the usual suspects.  So, for a little truth, an example of noteworthy courage, and a saga of hope, we thought those readers interested in finding out what is really going on over there might find this report of value:

http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-27883685

You wont find this on the websites of the jihad watchers whose simplistic view of events in Palestine are the result of years of absorbing propaganda rather than digging for the facts.  You will not find this in the US mainstream media because that media is owned by six giant corporations headed by the ethnic brothers of the oppressors of these Christians.  And you certainly wont find it coming from our government which is in thrall to the very same oppressors and corporate interests.

But we need stories of Christianity, courage and hope, especially now as the Israeli goliath continues to slaughter the innocents.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

PARTICIPATION: THE DOGMA

Astute readers of Catholic blogs will most likely tire of yet another arrow shot at that sacred cow of contemporary Catholicism, namely: "participation".  But I will not aim the bow at these readers.  I aim it at those priests who celebrate the extremely ordinary form of the Mass and those priests who celebrate a form that truly is extraordinary yet feel compelled to hector us every Sunday to sing our lungs out, drown out the hushed responses of the altar boys by dialoguing the responses aloud and, like a certain French religious order which shall remain nameless, insist that Mass must be accompanied by wall-to-wall sound. 

I will let Evelyn Waugh put things right:
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“‘Participation’ in the Mass does not mean hearing our own voices. It means God hearing our voices. Only He knows who is ‘participating’ at Mass. I believe, to compare small things with great, that I ‘participate’ in a work of art when I study it and love it silently. No need to shout. …If the Germans want to be noisy, let them. But why should they disturb our devotions?’”


That was written in the late 1950s when the dreaded "reform" was on the noticeable horizon.  I would only add that it is now not only the Germans who are noisy.