Archive for March 2019


March 28, 2019

(Little black and yellow striped booklet; any brief summary of the substance of a thing.)

Wherein I get “political” —


4th Estate

Anytime there are factions promoting Civil war,   anytime there are factions fomenting a revolution,  anytime there are factions advocating a coup d’etat,  then the Fourth Estate,  (known today as the entertainment-news media)   chooses one or two sides to gain attention and revenue dollars.    (Faction*)

….And thus providing free and  powerful “advertising”  for one or more of the political factions.

Seems we have all these factions today mixed in with the majority of  ordinary,  loyal citizens.

So what’s the Hand behind the  Smollett Follies in Chicago?



The Fourth Estate has reported on the shocking freedom of a man indicted for 16 felonies — free to go!   Oh,  he has a “penalty.”     It is to work a # (amount varies)  of hours for public service  —  with  a member of his own faction!!    Yes.    And “already done.”


Chicago ONE strong

Not Pretty.

Many roads lead out of Chicago.  I’ve lived there and driven on them.     I’ve witnessed the corruption of Chicago politics and its power.

So this “lucky man” in Chicago?  It’s not “who do you know, it’s what do you know!”    And he has some powerful people in his faction   — built up in Chicago and spilling out into state and federal government.

It’s been called  “Chicago Pond Scum overflowing into other parts of the country.”     Not Pretty.

The Cliff Note version:     Here are some nouns you can string together to identify this man’s “faction.”      It’s just a partial list starring in the Smollett Follies:

Black;     Black supremacist;     radical;   racist;    communist;  community “organizers;” homosexual;   gay bathhouses;   Diversity and Inclusion;   Chicago;   corrupt justice system;   Vallari Jarret;  “Reverend” Jeremiah Wright;   Barry Sotoero aka Barak Obama;   Michael Robinson, aka . . .  ;     Jesse Jackson;    Jurnee Smollett-Bell;     Jazz Smollet;     Jussie Smollett;   the  “Campaign”-Finance-Bundler Tina Tchen;      Kim Foxx (Illinois Attorney General)   —

—  nouns all strung together from video clips and quoted conversations,  out of their own mouths.

This faction contains Black,   radical, communist community action workers; groomed for chaos and control of American institutions.

Financed by . . . George Soros.… $408,000 contribution

Oh, yes,  one of those names is the happy recipient of 408,000 encouragements from George Soros.

What’s he doing there?     (next post)



.*   A “faction” considers itself the Underdog With a Cause and so fights  “by any means possible”  for its goals   — a method right out of the Frankfort School of the slow progression for the advancement of Global Socialism  “by any means.”


March 27, 2019


Kind of an explanation;  kind of a diary entry record for the Spruce Tunnel.


“Into each life some rain must fall . . .”   Remember that old saying?     It’s true, of course,  but , oh, such a gentle picture compared to the deluge that real life can give us sometimes.


It became a song, too, in the 20th century.  Actually, the Inkspots did the nicest rendition,  to my ear.  Here’s their three-minute song, if you have the time.   (Bonus:  the wonderful voice of Ella Fitzgerald!)


Yes,  “Too much Has fallen in mine….”

So:     Sorry I’ve been gone so long.

Old Hag JPEG 90There’s been  a lot for a “old lady” to cope with.     Pain:  lots and lots and lots and lots of pain (self-inflicted; my fault)   and  breakdowns and home repairs and new studies to prepare for and . . .

Um . . .  that picture is not me, exactly, but here’s what I’ve been up to.

And here’s what started it:

branch cutters

They’re heavy!

Especially when you have to hold them up above your head,  arms extended:

branch cutting thick

And especially when you want to cut thick branches, way  high over your head…it’s already hurting me. . .  and then I really wanted to push those blades together and cut that thick branch….

And . . .  blam!

branch cutting up

Pushed those things together with all my might and ripped and tore things inside my chest, which is already home to a pretty bad disease.  Who knows what happened in that moment,  but the result, the pain, was with me for weeks.   I think those branch cutters severed nerves and tendons and ligaments and bones . .  .

But I really love to work in my back yard.

You wouldn’t think there was much to do in the early Spring, here in the Far North,  but the snow is gone . . .  only ice:

Deck Right Mid-March 2019

It’s not very pretty, lookinginto my back yard.  Old wrinkled ice,  brown grass, and bare trees,  but it’s a sign of Spring — and a sign that there will be a lot of outside work to do in the coming days.

Going to be pretty in places, though.


Crocuses arrived.     How are YOUR daffodils doing?

While I was moving about the house, trying hard not to move my sore arms and shoulders and chest, my garbage disposal failed.   Had to get a new one.

Then the furnace failed.

furnace repari

Didn’t have to get a new one . . .  thought I would have to.  So that was good news.
Double good news – the furnace repair man repaired my hot water heater.  Didn’t know it was broken!

Very nice furnace repair man who went over and above his call of duty.    Of course his extra time and parts were on the bill — but it was worth more than that.  An act of kindness.    I need to Pay It Forward.

spigot   Speaking of “water,”  I made the pretty big decision to have a reverse osmosis system put into my house.   For health.   Or at least for the hope of healing.     It’s not the purity of the water I was after,  but the alkaline.  The installer has it set at 8.8 pH —  quite alkaline.    I’d been buying alkaline water anyway at the price of $2 or more per 1 1/2 liters  and drinking about two a day.

I never did want to add that up per month.      That little spigot will save me lots of money.

The sweater is done and sent on to the High Sierras.

Sweater Sent


Next big (complicated) endeavor –  Our Bible study classes came to an end of one project, and we are turning now to a new one, a study of Calvary.

Bible Rosary and Glasses 270

I thought I knew most everything that happened there,  but I chanced upon a small book called The Six Miracles of Calvary.     My goodness!    What a reward for dusting off my bookshelves!    I thought I’d get it read in an hour or two and then pass it on,  but it was such a treasure trove of insight that I knew I must share it with my classes.

So I’m creating “Lesson Plans.”    Old teacher-habits die hard.      It’s keeping me away from the computer (and from blogging)  but this is a welcome task.     I feel sorry for my classes:  I won’t be able to bring to them half as much as I’m learning from this little book.  Deus vult.

Perhaps during Holy Week I can summarize it for you.

We’ve all endured a “terrible’  funeral.  The loss of a good friend from our class.   I don’t have the words to describe him;  good man;  gentle with us;  smart,  full of faith in God his Savior;  loved the Church;  loved and honored and served at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass;   knowledgeable and generous with his knowledge;  and funny!    The sense of humor that hits you a few seconds later with a big impact and makes you see things through his funny lens.      Sorely  missed.   (Oh, I guess tghose are a few words to describe him….)

We’ve managed to have some recorder practice sessions, my musical friend and I.   Sometimes at her house, sometimes at mine.   And then comes the dessert.   She always, always sets such a lovely table;  seasonal and pretty.

Vicki good centerpiece

This was Winter berries and cardinal.

The “dessert” is superb.

Vicki's Spring Table 370

We always try to please each other with special food.    This was a lemon cake with raspberry sherbet –  Spring tastes!     Do try it sometime.  It’s one of those combinations that is better than the sum of its parts.

My turn today.  I served a homemade almond  cheesecake,  thick and rich and pretty good tasting, along with homemade peanutbutter cookies — well, that’s not a usual combination but it worked —  and some Fair Trade Organic Guatemalan  coffee.    The coffee was excellent.


How can I bake with wounded shoulders and chest?   Well,  thanks to God, the Great Physician, and with appreciation to St. Jude,  the pain has subsided.  So much of it has subsided that I’m beginning to think more is healing up in there than just the  injury.

I’ll let you know.


Meanwhile,  I’m back in business . . .   Ordinary life:

I have my Brackets completed and well on their way to . ..   well, pretty good success.   I’m not a basketball fan, but much to my surprise, I’m enjoying the NCAA Playoffs this year!

BRACKET Mueller Madness

Not those brackets!   I’ve been listening to the news too much — comments later.

Back to ordinary life in the Spruce Tunnel too.

“Random thoughts,”  as it says.






March 21, 2019


“A little knowledge is a . . .”

(You know how to finish that statement.)


First a joke:

H to O

Hah!    He has a little knowledge.  He knows such a thing exists,  but his attempt to be amusing at the water cooler reveals that he doesn’t know much about it.

You do, I assume.    You know he means  H 2 O.    (Or is that supposed to be Zero?)   Is it H20?  Or H2O.

O, of course.  Can you diagram it?  Can you draw a picture of it?

“It” is a formula.  Can you draw the formula?

Sure you can:


Is that an atom or a molecule?     You know the difference.

And you know what the H stands for.

And you know what the O stands for.

And you know that the “2” should be written smaller, as a subscript — to show that there are two H’s.


Just checking.   Just checking to make sure you’re smarter than the little guy in the cartoon.

He makes a good symbol for these guys (in a screen shot from Fox News):

pres can

There are more, now, but the new ones don’t seem to be any brighter,  any more knowledgeable about how  our country works.      At least according to their own words.

They display a little bit of knowledge about our country and its government;  a little bit of knowledge about how an economy works;  a little bit about how Nature works; a little bit about how American people think and act.

But not much.

It’s quite alarming when you realize that any one of these people might become the candidate for president offered by the Democrat Party in 2020.     When they speak out, confidently and convincingly,  you can tell they’ve heard of some of the vocabulary and they can string together words and phrases, sometimes quite eloquently.    They sure know how to work a crowd.

But ask them a question, ask them to elaborate, ask them to explain,  and the thin superficiality of their knowledge becomes very apparent, sometime hilariously so.   According to their responses, they would much rather attack the integrity of the questioner than answer the actual question.

Sometimes it’s not so hilarious.   Not a subject for a cartoon strip.     They are all making proposals to change our Constitution, fundamentally changing what the United States is.  They seem to think that, as president,  they can do away with the electoral college,  allow citizens of other countries to vote in our elections,  allow  “children”  to vote while they’re still in high school

They’ve heard of “democracy”  and “voting”  and “republic”     but they want to become president of a republic by a majority vote  –  “he who gets the most votes wins”  – and get to make big changes.        They don’t understand why it doesn’t work that way, nor do they understand why it shouldn’t work that way.

Electoral College and Republic — two concepts which make America work, and  it’s good that we know about them.      We should also know what they mean, so we don’t lose everything we have, at the hands of people who don’t know the meaning of things nor the consequences of their ideas.

Yes,  “A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.”


H2O 2




March 17, 2019

edu pat in glass

If you study a little philosophy (the real stuff, not the modern stuff) you will discover that Imagination is one of the faculties of our God-given Intellect.     Fun!



So.      Imagine a four lane city street, divided in two lanes each way by a lovely boulevard down the middle,   with green grass, small trees, and statues;  and imagine that street going right next to  a Big Ten campus.    

edu people   Now imagine that street, that grass, and that campus, as far as the eyes can see,  thousands of students,*   decked out in green and orange and checkered pants and leprechaun hats with jaunty green feathers!   

Yep.    That was my challenge (and my delight)   driving home from church today. 

Not my own photos, sorry.  I left my cell phone at home.  I wasn’t planning to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day in any special way.       My mistake.


I’ve written about the “real” St. Patrick many times before in all the years of this blog’s existence, so I won’t do it again this year.  ( He’s there in the archives. )

Just keep in mind who and what we’re really celebrating today – or if you can’t celebrate,  then at least acknowledge, for this day has been on Western calendars for many, many centuries,  long before you or I came about.

So.     Imagine a young teenager living in   Scotland, kidnapped from his family’s estate and sold into slavery by Irish pirates.   Kept in slavery for many years. . .  more than half a lifetime to one so young.

Now, just as when a soldier is captured by the enemy,  his first duty to his country is to escape,  so  I can imagine that young Patrick’s daily thought was returning to his home.  Somehow.  But he didn’t know where he was, he had no money or means, and he would have to escape through lands owned and watched over by his master’s warriors and servants.

So Patrick’s years passed;  tender years, growing into manhood.     Although he slowly learned the language and the customs of his captors,  he also turned back to his Catholic prayers and met God daily through them;   all throughout the day,  growing in  patience and trust and firmness of faith.

Just imagine all that.   You know “The Rest of the Story.”

edu hill

A hill worth climbing;  a life worth knowing.



So.     Now I imagine that my last-minute decision to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with a traditional Irish meal will turn out all right!     I hadn’t bought any of the food until late last night  –   just on a whim.   (Good prices and all.)  

Instead of boiling everything together,  as is traditional,  I’m roasting everything.   I did have that packet of spices that comes with corned beef,  but I’ve amped it up a little with extra cardamom, dill, allspice, cracked pepper and garlic.  

Five hours from now,  I’ll find out if reality meets my imagination. 

corned beef

Kind of like this.

st patrick's day greetings


Banner St Patrick's Day


“Everyone’s Irish today!!!”

.*   Imagine!      Young adults,  trained by our socialist college professors that “nationalism is a bad thing,    especially   “white nationalism”   have come out in the thousands to celebrate a nation’s culture and to honor its (Christian) patron saint!!!

One would think St. Patrick would be on their Naughty List,    white, Catholic, male,  and loving the people of one country!




March 16, 2019


It will be Spring in less than a week.

This week we’ve seen a couple of major blizzards in the Rockies and in the Northern Plains.  Whiteouts.  Thousands of cars stranded in the snow on the Interstates.

Yesterday while driving I was caught in an interesting storm:


We had strong winds,  stronger gusts,  four tornadoes,  heavy rain, occasional snowflakes  and an extremely heavy hailstorm.    My car rumbled across the hail stones on the street and I had no traction on the slippery marble-size balls.   I do not understand why the thousands of  hard sharp “cracks”  on the windshield didn’t result in actual cracks and chips in the glass.  My car seems to be all right.

We saw a few snowflakes today;  more promised for tomorrow.

Out West in the High Sierras,  my grandson is still dealing with snow.  I mean  SNOW.  I saw a photo of a mountain road near him,  familiar to me because it’s the route I take on my way to church when I’m out there:

Tahoe bank


Here’s an aerial view of the road, further on, that leads to Squaw Valley.

Tahoe rd to skiing


What it probably looks like from in your car:

Tahoe road 1


Just in time, I guess,  I finished  Cooper’s winter sweater:

Sweater Sent

The cardinal sits on the pocket.   Cooper can put his hands into either side, and I lined it with red fuzzy yarn to keep his fingers warm,  just in case he steps outside.   The little cardinal is chirping out the word  “Joie!”     After Cooper’s stay in France last Fall, he loves to say French words.

Sweater Label

He is a special little boy, full of inner “Joy.”

And he doesn’t seem to mind  the snow all around him.   I’ll be losing my back yard snow cover pretty soon, by Spring, I’m sure.      But he’ll have his snow cover long,  long after Spring arrives.

Spring.  Is.  Coming.   .  .  .  Probably.


March 15, 2019


Students around the world!    Don’t go to school today!!     Take action against climate change!

“Bark”  or  “Bare your teeth”    —  either way you’ll have no effect on the SUN!


We don’t know all the reasons that wolves howl under a full moon.   Maybe they don’t; maybe it only makes a dramatic picture.

cc wolf


But I think we know why the “students”  are being told to go out and bark at demonstrate against the sun.

As is repeated many times,  U.N. officials freely admit that the “climate change” idea is a great scheme to tax the industrialized (successful) nations of the world, and with the excuse of distributing that money to “needy” nations,  carbon tax money will pour into U.N.  coffers, enriching our would-be Rulers along the way.

cc redistribute

You’ve got to get this tax money flowing by first putting out the underlying propaganda that somehow cyclical changes in climate are anthropogenic;  that is,  that mankind’s activities can affect climate change.

Talk about howling at the moon!   Hah!

cc dorught   We are bombarded by falsified charts and computer projections, accompanied by highly selected and doctored photos of drought, extreme storms, wind damage, diseased and starving people, and of course that famous polar bear stuck on a piece of ice floating ever so far from shore — because he’s running out of ice — a photo carefully cropped to give elementary school children reason to cry themselves to sleep for love of the poor polar bears, as reported by the entertainment-news media.

(Have these children also been told that the polar bear population around the world is at  its highest since measurements began?) 

It is the changes in the sun that drive climate and climate change and climate catastrophes upon this planet.  *

The sun’s changes especially and immediately affect our climate.   Some of the changes are cyclical, some are random.     There are so many charts and diagrams and studies available for us to examine.

The sun affects earth’s climate changes.

Against Climate Change

Our dear youngest generation of (superannuated)  children  were told to go out into the streets today  and bark demonstrate against the sun!

cc fierce dog

Maybe they think it will help.

Our global rulers do.    Global socialists –  if you earn money,  they want it.



.*    At this present time there is a a drastic reduction in sunspots, resulting in less protection by the actions of solar wind;  but in addition we’re also experiencing  a dramatic lowering of the earth’s protective magnetosphere;  a measurable and observable warming up of the entire solar system;  and the results of our present location in  a cosmic “cloud”  full of energetic particles, adding “energy”   to our weather systems as well as probably heating up the core of the earth.

All science points to a coming ice age, although “weather swings”  will first become noticeable. 
















March 12, 2019

(Maybe I’m not quite actually a Luddite.  After all,  I use the Internet many, many times a day for many different things.  )

But I can still think like a Luddite —  and make a case against the Internet.

My last posting was “A Death.”     My friend’s death is still very much with me . . . and so maybe I’ll be a little more gloomy.   (Than usual.)

There he is!

Gloomy Gus

“Gloomy Gus.” 

Gloomy Gus with a “Good,  but on the other hand,”  type of commentary.


LDY pc   In the early 1990s I could hardly wait to get the Internet in my home.    Thank goodness Daughter, who was a business woman by then, convinced  her Dad that our home just must have a real computer . . .  which needed a connection to the Internet.   No questions asked.

It was fun.  It was interesting.   It was entertaining.  But I could see that the things I did, even  though I could do them on the Internet,  did not require the Internet.  I still had easy access to  books and libraries,  encyclopedias,  a word processor, a post office and stamps.  I could communicate with friends and family,  pay bills,  study and learn, play games (with real people) — I still had a familiar off-Internet life.

Bottom line(s) –   it’s been a mixed blessing,  with the scale tipping towards the negative.

In these last 30 years bill paying, for instance, became convenient, automatic, almost forgettable,   but we realize that we’re now vulnerable to the existence of a healthy, functioning Internet,  not in our control;  and vulnerable to hacking and criminal activity with our personal information.

Has the Internet helped our doctors use and store and access information?    Well, now my private medical profile seems to be free for the taking!  (Several times.)

Letter writing became less an act of thoughtful  friendship and more, just,  email.  Then chatrooms, IMs, PMs, DMs.   Texting.      Quick “sound bites” while swatting away  spam and trolls.

More enemies to take measures against:  hackers, worms, viruses, privacy breaches, censorship,  shadow-banning  — criminals,  foreign interest groups,  Deep State  — even “dark heroes” to push against our Rulers.


Mr. R…..

Reading the news and reading news opinions became a quick glance at headline aggregates,  and  the frustration of reading “click bait”  knowing a half an hour has gone by without  ever having reached a broad overview of the events of the day or gaining any deeper understanding of current events.

Political analysis became he said/she said about the latest scandal, usually over-hyped and dependent upon fake stories.   Or some were fake.   Or maybe some were not.   Or if you follow it long enough maybe you’ll figure it out.   Or not.

lady lib down

Attitudes, and emotions became the foundation of decision-making.   Justice is subject to polls and popular opinion.

Our attention is drawn to flashy bits of flesh,  cute kittens, and disaster photos.

The promise was the Internet would  open up the whole world to us:  travel,  explore new cultures and customs, more information at our fingertips,  learn by seeing things . . . and it was fun, until we realized the easy availability of limitless information came with a thin layer of superficiality in what we saw and what we thought.     Superficiality became boring.

Now we are  overly-informed, overly-surveilled,  overly-confused,  overly jaded,  overly concerned —

Wait,  maybe justifiably concerned:   Never before have our lives been so vulnerable to the vagaries of Nature.   Large, disruptive CMEs and solar flares are very likely in the near future.  EMPs from our enemies.   Failure of the electric grid for large periods of time.

Imagine life without those modern “considerations,”  both natural and man-made.

Imagine life with letters from friends;   a satisfying stack of bills paid, ready to to be mailed;  a friendly trip to the bank, or local store, seeing familiar faces;    books from the library or a book store;    photos that are special and cherished – because they are less common;    magazines and newspapers that had to be informative, or else people wouldn’t buy them;    entertainment that involved other people;   traveling by actually .  . .  traveling;   using a recipe from my mother’s handwriting;   and having time —

Time, because everything takes more time, and life slows down to the speed of humans.

A Luddite wishes to live at the Speed of Human.






March 11, 2019

Could be anybody’s.  Could be yours, someday.   Will be mine someday soon.


A very good man died early Sunday morning.   He was a friend.  He and his wife attended my classes for many years,  but our relationship grew beyond class.    I did speak to him two days before his death, in the hospital, where he was very ill;  but I thought I had time for another talk.

Thought I could see him again, even if only one more time.

I’ve had a lot of deaths in my life in the past nine years:  Suzy,  husband,  father,  mother, sister,  our dear Meghan – “second daughter” –  every death is new and different.    You don’t get used to it.

And you always, always have regrets.   Something you could have done; you could have said;   you should have done; you  should have done more;  you should have said;  you should have said more fervently.     You should have shown your love more.

I think everyone in church knew, before the Mass started.   It seemed “quiet” in there;  heavier.   More solemn.   But the Mass began, as it would have.   A brief announcement before the sermon started;  then the sermon continued on, as it would have.    Communion occurred, as it would have.

We all went home, as we would have,   but we’re waiting for information; and when we know the details of the funeral,  we will all come together as a family of those who knew this good man —  as we should.

Perhaps we will try to become better friends to the people we know – as we should.

Death . . .  will be everybody’s.


March 7, 2019


(A rant about a book I just read.)



Our entertainment-news media seems hell-bent on taking down our way of life.  One has to be prepared to  wince  whenever some “screen”  is turned on:  television, laptop,   tablet,  cell phone . . .   They all deliver their words on annoying spears.

It’s actually Western Civilization that they want to take down —   the marxist progressives need to first destroy what has been accomplished before they can build for themselves their own version of utopia;   dystopia for the rest of us.



A little up-to-date evidence:  The governor of Hawaii has just stated he’s on board with banning all airplanes within a few short years . . .  a lá   AOC and her “New”  Green Deal.   That ought to destroy the tourist industry in Hawaii!

But to get at Western Civilization,  our Rulers, or they who do their bidding,  must first put a face onto Western Civilization.   They have identified Western Civ  with being male and being White.     Easy target.  A deliberately softened target,  softened by decades of aggressive female rights movements . . .

beating up

an ugly idea

       . . . .  and the propagandizing our children with social justice ideas – without any necessary context.     They want “rights,”   and retribution,  reparations, based upon racism and sexism.

So, according to them,  we must destroy  White Males  because they dominate  Western Civilization.  And Western Civilization is bad.  So White Males are bad.  Everything is bad …

I recently finished a novel – a big, big one,  713 pages –  and I really liked the theme,  the history,  the action,  the character development, but I became increasingly aware that the story was delivered with a heaping dose of anti-White, anti-male, and anti-Western bias.

The theme of the book is that White Man came to the North American continent and promptly deforested great swaths of land.    Apparently the author thinks  “permanently.”

White Man came to destroy.

tree fall

The book has history and facts mixed with radical leftist ideology and anti-Western bias.    Here is just one example which came towards the end of the book, where the bias has become blatant.  A character says:

“Men behave as overlords.   They decide what will flourish and what will die.  I believe that humankind is evolving into a terrible new species, and I’m afraid that I am one of them.” 

Probably one of the most self-pitying and pessimistic thoughts I’ve ever read!   Any sense of dignity and self-worth and the ability to accomplish something good has been destroyed in that character’s mind.

Watch for this bias from many sources.  it’s easy to spot.     “We are a world destroyed.”    The Western World has destroyed all of Nature.

Here is another excerpt from the book:

“Autumn lurched clumsily out of the equinox.”      Well, sort of, maybe it can.    Is this a romantic idea?    A lover of Nature?    Transcendentalism that sees meaning beyond Nature?     A highly disturbing experience?

“A few straggler tourists were still underfoot . .  .”     Probably the “annoying tourists”  which provide a measure of prosperity to the area.   It’s the kind of prosperity which today’s young socialists believe will exist  forever, effortlessly,  there for the taking.

Negative thoughts even dominate the  experience of Moonlight along the North Atlantic coast:

“In the eastern quadrant of the sky the moon was small and very white, and its impersonal brilliance showed the rocky coast, ravaged forests, silent feller bunchers (logging machines),  a black glowering mass of peat bog and spiky forest . . .  The sea itself lifted toward the light.  And kept on lifting.”

“Kept on lifting”?    That is an eerie vision.     The dark sea obliterates the light of the moon?       It is a reflection of what Western Man does  to Nature –  destroys, obliterates – until Nature swallows everything back  up and goes away.    Everything has become cold and impersonal.

Yes, the book is about the supposed deforestation of Europe and  the Americas.    But in reality,  the lands are being reforested in many places.    Mankind knows how to do that!     Ancient forests have been destroyed?   Yes, by lightning and  wildfires, storms and hurricane force winds have flattened hundreds of thousands of acres of trees,  disease,  critters  like beavers have moved through forests;  and men have cut down many trees.

But only Mankind knows how to replant, rebuild,  and  take care of the forests.    From what I’ve seen of history,  this reforesting takes place in nations which were built up by the values and technical skills of Western Civilization, but not noticeably elsewhere in the world.

If “White Man”  or Western Civilization goes away,  there is no one, so far, to take its place.

Western Civilization deserves a second look and a reconsideration of its  moral  and philosophical values   —    all stemming,   after the fall of the Roman Empire and terrible disintegration of society . . .  all stemming from Christianity.

Western Civilization does not destroy.  it builds up and invents and corrects itself and guards the dignity of Mankind.


I don’t personally endorse the book  . . .  but . . .

Well, the book is Barkskins, an apparently derogatory term.  And the author includes her obligatory  normalization of homosexuality and prejudice against Christianity  (which gets people published today, and movies made from their books).

But I’m glad I read it.   I learned some historical things along the way.

If I were the author, I would have” fallen in love”  with the words I wrote:   she writes well and has a satisfyingly large vocabulary.

Her last name rhymes with “true.”    How odd.






March 6, 2019




Just don’t.

It seems like everything about Lent is just what you’re not supposed to be doing.   And that’s supposed to be good for your soul.     The Church gives us Lent —  which is supposed to make us closer to God . . . .


“Reverend Fun” isn’t a Catholic,  but I guess he knows about Jonah whose main claim to fame is that God told him to do something  –  and he promptly ran away.  Went in the other direction, as a matter of fact.      (God found a way to bring him back.)*

mg whale


So . . .  none of us really have to think about Lent:

MG beads

I’ve got a pile of those beads in my house, that I’ve saved from past years.  (But, no, I didn’t get them in the “usual” way.    I wouldn’t do that.)   

MG Beads down

Thanks to Son and to Grandson in various years,  I have some beads and I treasure my little collection.    They’re just fun to have.

It’s fun to watch the live webcams too.    Right now I can hear a siren, but the camera isn’t picking up whatever it is.  

The streets of New Orleans are just beginning to thin out now.   

MG sdtreets

At the stroke of midnight,  it gets pretty quiet, and empty down there.

Paczki Haven’t had my Paczki  yet this year.

I suppose I shouldn’t.    But I still want one.    Here are the rules of fasting during Lent:   One whole meal,   then two more  little meals but that don’t together add up to another whole meal.     Abstinence means you don’t eat meat that day.      (Says nothing about  Paczkis,  although one has enough calories to equal your one “whole meal” for that day.)

Don’t, don’t, don’t –  about eating.   Don’t indulge in your bad habits.   Don ‘t gossip.   Don’t watch  much TV.   Don’t be on the Internet, unless it’s something you need to do.   Don’t  swear.   Don’t take sugar in your coffee.    Don’t . . .   whatever else makes you comfortable . . . .

What’s the point?    

The Church gives us Lent;  why shouldn’t we “run”  from it?    Well, of course it prepares us for Easter —  the true meaning of Easter.     If you don’t have a good Lent, you won’t have much of an Easter.  

But as far as the Don’ts of Lent — “Lent is a time for us to learn to love our souls more than our bodies.”

Our bodies,  our physical world, our life on this planet,  all this is temporary:


If we intend to end up in a good, holy place when we die, we need to start working on that now.     Death does not confer holiness  on anyone.    It is God who confers holiness, His holiness, that makes us fit for Heaven.

But we need to dispose ourselves to the holy work of God in us.    We’ve been taught some ways to make us open to God:

  1.   Voluntary amendment of our life.
  2.   Do acts of Penance  (better now than after we die!)
  3.   Do works of charity.

We  have the period of Lent to work on all this.    I can write more about them in the days ahead.   By doing these three things,  you would be showing God that you truly do “love your soul more than your body.”    

It’s a lot of work.  It’s an interruption into everyday life.     It’s easy to forget about it,  to “run away”  from Lent.




  •   (It wasn’t  a whale.)