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MONDAY, TUESDAY, THURSDAY, WEDNESDAY . . .

June 20, 2017

(very random “apparentlies”  from the Spruce Tunnel)

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Yes:   –  in the immortal words of Apollonia Corleone,   the short-lived wife of Michael Corleone:        “Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday . . .”

This is Tuesday.  Apparently.    When the normal activities of the weekdays are suspended,  every day seems like a weekend day.  Hence, my abortive trip to Sunday morning Mass – last Friday.

empty church 2

Our young lady friend is off her ventilator, finally, and out of the ICU.   She is better, but still has a long way to go.     I’m spending less time at the hospital,  more time on my new (and rather demanding) classes for the summer.    I need to do so well with that topic . . . .

Yet, I haven’t really caught up with Time.  That takes some effort.    How I would like to slide into that state of Perpetual Retirement,  where the only activities are occasional voluntary activities.

But I have promises to keep,    And miles to go before I sleep.”  *

Speaking of which,  I could use a little snow.    I’ve resurfaced into a heat wave, with a long string of near 90-degree temperatures and almost daily thunderstorms, which menace my electronics.

sad tv.jpg 70x90   I’ve also checked into what the entertainment-news media is going on about.    Same thing.   Same words. Same people.  Same accusations.    Same minor terrorist strikes here and there.  Same perplexities about what to do . . . .  Missing a week and a half has not resulted in any developments.    The world does not need my attention!

This discovery needs my attention:

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That’s my front yard.

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Apparently we had a wind storm this weekend.

Son will know what to do.

It’s apparently going to take some time to return to normal.   Me, that is.  I’m coming out of these past almost two weeks a little shaken.    It was a life-and-death matter, after all, to watch a young lady have to fight for her life – with no definite diagnosis that started it all.   And then to worry anew about the state of her soul and of  my childrens’  souls . . . .  And my own efforts seem weak next to the consequences of getting it wrong.

And, yes, I still studied in my spare moments.  I studied  Gramschi, again;     Herbert Marcuse,  Wilhelm Reich – you probably know where I’m going with this:   the stunning victory of cultural marxism,over our society.     In the Catholic Church this is called:  The Errors of Russia.   Although it didn’t begin with the Russian Revolution,  it nevertheless points to Error,  the kind that will separate you from God – forever.

Frankfort School

“Critical Theory”:   Criticize everything;  demonize the cultural norms;  break down society so that it can be replaced with the Slavery of Marxist-Liberalism – because the State is  more important than the individual.  The atheistic State is more important than your immortal soul.

I’m a bit shaken with that realization.     The realization of the complete and utter victory of cultural marxism over the society my children and grandchildren have to live in.   What chance to they have?

What chance do they have to even learn about it, after years of schooling in an apparent  marxist – liberal environment of anti-intellectualism,  anti-analytical thinking,   anti-objective reality,  anti-logic, anti-truth — and the Any Glass theory:  Any glass will do it for you when you’re thirsty.  (No right and wrong, no moral norms, no “judgmental” thinking.)

Apparently, I have a lot of catching up to do.     (Why was I made with this impulse to teach?   I don’t know.    It’s my duty;  it’s what I am.)    I have a lot of catching up in my studies to do.     It’s the only way I can be of use to my classes,  to my family and  friends     . . .   to God.

Crash course for me this summer.    Cramming again.    Not for final exams,  but so I can be a better parent,  a better teacher,   a better blog writer.

 

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.  *  I have struggled and struggled with this poem all my life

Stopping by The Woods One Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   
My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   
He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.
by Robert Frost

 

 

 

“DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS”

June 5, 2017

(Note:  The “death by a thousand cuts”  usually means a person suffers insult after insult,  slight after slight,   and people wonder “When is that person going to say “Enough!”  ?)

Here’s a little humor (thanks to my Far Far North cousin):

Coffee gone

Funny, huh?

Well, maybe not if you’re a coffee pot and your life blood had just been drained out of you.     Mugged!!   Little by little!     Anyone can usually survive a mugging or two, as long as it doesn’t continue.

I think I was a girl of thirteen years old  (too young;  too big an imagination!) when I first discovered that the phrase:  “Death by a thousand cuts”  really referred to a horrendous, horrifying method of torture used by the Chinese many hundreds of years ago.     Western explorers who escaped wrote of this in their diaries.

cutting knife

Mug by mug   —    I mean cut by cut . . .  anyone can survive a cut or two, or even one or two hundred;   but  I think it was a several day process before death released the victim.     The victim is tied down tight,  because any sane man would run;  fight back;  maybe come after these torturers with a small army.

But not sing songs to them of peace and love.    Not apologize for our borders –

Katy Person       –  as this Katy-Person did recently.    Apparently her recent words of wisdom after the killings in London were that we should look at our neighbors, hold their hands, and tell them we love them.

Peace.  Love.   And more teddy bears and flowers.  To quote my Dad’s favorite phrase:  “Oh,  for goodness’ sakes!”

Oh for goodness sakes

Our hands are somehow being tied and we are suffering thousands of little cuts – and you know  it’s daily, if you read newspapers from around the world.   Big cuts and little cuts,   it’s still death to the victim.

Someone cried out “Fight terrorism, not Tr um p!”    Maybe the entertainment-news media in the Western World and the “elected” politicians  should temporarily put aside their mission to   Ta ke Do wn Tr um p    and instead focus on the  mission of our enemy,  which is to “take down”  us.    (As they’ve stated so often — especially now during Ramadan when murder and mayhem is encouraged — by imams from many locations.  I know.   I’ve got one of those about 90 miles from here.  I’m not going to put his crazed, hate-filled face in this blog,   but he’s one of many calling for our deaths.)

These two entities,   politicians and media, protect, obscure, and cover up the intents of the radical-islamists.

Apparently, the CNN information outlet has attempted to portray the murderous Muslims in London as an aberration and “most Muslims”  would be outraged at the killings and injuries that “these few” accomplished.  CNN printed out special signs of peace-and-love  for “peaceful Muslims”  to hold up in front of their cameras.

It took them a while to recruit a few Muslim by-standers — what are you going to do?   There weren’t many who would publicly denounce what had just happened. CNN found about eight. . . .

Signs 1

Well,  that didn’t look like a very big “protest.”

So CNN  moved this little group to another location.   (Notice pink pants . . .)

Signs 2

They look rather . . .   stone-faced and uncommitted.     No “outraged”  expressions on their faces.

But CNN had to make it look like there were anti-violence protests all over the city!   The same group of people in yet another location:

Signs 3

Sorry for blurry.   The signs say:  “Turn to Love.”     “Love will win.”   “ISIS will lose.”    Uh-huh;  mmm-hmmmm.       Rah Rah – not.

Nations all over the world are experiencing daily attacks,   big ones, little ones,  big cuts, little cuts.    Death by a thousand cuts –  when will we say  “Enough!”   ??

I guess it’s not when we see our nation threatened,  our culture threatened,  our freedoms threatened.   Maybe when we feel personally threatened.

Because so far altruism and empathy seems to be dormant.

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The victim is tied down tight,  because any sane man would run;  fight back;  maybe come after these torturers with a small army.   

“The victim is tied down,”    immobilized,  mind and body;   misinformed

“any sane man would run,”         if he’s not suicidal

“fight back,”     fight back when threatened with death of ourselves, our cultures,  if we love ourselves and our cultures

“with a small army”   —   it’s war.    They have declared war on us ( in those words)   but we do not declare war on them.

 

 

DEAR YOUNG PEOPLE: THREE WORDS

June 1, 2017

After today’s announcement about our country’s non-participation in the Paris Accords,  I see there has been a lot of hysterical,  illogical,  non-scientific pronouncements coming out of Mainstream Media,  Social Media,  and Hollywood actors and actresses.

I trust  there are many among us with love for our planet,  love for our country  (The United States of America),  a love for science and invention,  and a can-do attitude.    Therefore,  I give you,  the up-and-coming generation,  THREE WORDS:

Zero.   Point.   Energy.

 

BIG BANG

 

Zero.  Point.  Energy.   (it goes by other names and there are variations)

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  1.    It’s all around you;  you just have to find a clever  way to get it.

 

2.   It’s challenging, dangerous work;  don’t get killed.

 

3.    “Fossil” Fuels  are not made from “fossils.”    The planet isn’t about to run out of  smooshed dinosaurs – and there is no such thing as peak oil.  Therefore,  you have plenty of time for this project.

 

4.   “Solar power”  and “wind power”  require more electricity  (generated from coal, etc.)   to create its electricity  than what these techniques can  even generate.      So far.    It may take a very long time to make this technology viable.

 

5.   It will soon become apparent to all just how lethal nuclear power plants are.   It is the most deadly way humans have ever invented in order to simply boil water and generate steam.

 

The three words:  Zero Point Energy.    The old-timers will laugh at you;    but you will be on a righteous mission and you’ll save the planet.

Just keep your newly discovered technology:  Open Source!

 

 

 

EVEN A BABY – SATURDAY CONTRASTS

May 27, 2017

Even a baby, a toddler hardly out of babyhood,  perceives that some things are holy.

Baby and Mary

(No, dear protestants –  it is NOT the  statue that is holy in the same way that God is holy!)

This is a famous photo of a little,  little girl talking earnestly to Our Lady –  a Lady that the Bible says will be called Blessed throughout all generations.  A Lady that was given to us to be our mother in a special way,  by no less a person than her Son.

Holiness from a Holy God – exists.      But today is a Saturday —

somber day

—  like the Somber Saturday  almost two thousand years ago when it seemed as though Evil triumphed and got rid of the Christ who had come to earth, come to be  vulnerable –  now crucified and  gone  “for good.”

Has it happened again?   Has Evil  seemed to triumph?    Have two first ladies, one present, one former,  demonstrated for us that long-lasting conflict?

Today, Saturday,  I was studying hard, preparing for my summer classes where the topic will be the events that occurred at Fatima, Portugal  a hundred years  ago.    I thought how like the Portugal of that time is  that first Holy Somber Saturday – darkness before the dawn.

Darkness seemed  to have triumphed over Portugal back then, a hundred years ago.   Atheists and Freemasons had taken over the governments, local and national, and nearly succeeded in wiping out the Catholic faith from public view.  It was even illegal to ring church bells for a time!

Then came the events of 1916 and 1917 to demonstrate for humanity that holiness has not disappeared,  that God is in control,  and that, as always,  a good outcome depends upon our faith and actions.

So,  holiness still exists.    I don’t know what to make of this photo recently  taken in Italy:

Melania

Um . . .     it’s said, and now she admits,  that she is  a Catholic.     All I can understand is the veil she is wearing.    I wear a veil too, and for the same reason:

Tabernacle vertical

The First Lady is under the same roof as the Real Presence of Christ,  Holy God.   Under the same roof –  so you show respect.    (Courtesy to the pope, no matter who the man might be;  courtesy, not a veil.)   But somewhere in all the rooms, under that roof,  is a Holy Object.

Holiness does exist in this world  (though often obscured or unknown)  and it’s a bright and joyful  thing when it’s honored.

By contrast?    Sometimes we know what things are by contrast to what isn’t.

Here is another recent  photo taken in Italy of another who was given the title of First Lady and who is about to visit a holy place, a cathedral in Siena, Italy.   Home of St. Catherine of Siena!

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The cathedral has a dress code . . . um . . . .     She was either just entering or just leaving the cathedral . . . .

In case you can’t recognize her, I’ll give you more of the photo –

This person goes into Siena Cathedral

That’s the easily recognizable partner who is shadowing  President Trump during his State visits to various places,  conducting an alternative US government on the sidelines,  as it appears.

But, there it is:     recognizing that some things are holy;  or not recognizing that some things are holy.

Holiness came down to a dark world  to three little children at Fatima.   The little, little toddler above recognizes that some things are above this profane and presently dark  world.

Jesus and children

“Except you become as little children, you cannot see the Kingdom of Heaven.”   This doesn’t mean living in childish ignorance,  but using our time to grow in understanding – and in the perception and practice  of true holiness.

Precious time.  Very little time.       Relax, and become childlike.

 

ASCENSION CONSIDERATIONS

May 26, 2017

Ascension Thursday this week.  40 days after the Resurrection.   (40,  not 43.)  It’s a Feast Day of Hope.

The older I get,  the more I realize “I’m not getting out of here alive.”   I’m leaving this planet via my death.   Here’s that picture again:

“Will this be me?”    —

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I’ve already been the one sitting at the bedside of a dying man,  worrying and praying.   Soon, possibly,   it will  be my turn to be the one in bed.      And yours too.

(Sometimes some of my friends hear me say  “Pray for my healing; pray for my health.”   I say it offhandedly,  but few realize how serious I am.)

But though I am a Christian,  and my health matters aside,   I live a somewhat safe life in this country.    My Christian brothers and sisters around the world are not so “lucky.”

A little while ago in the Philippines,  where lovely, peaceful,  beautiful,  friendly Christians live in a sort of tropical  Paradise,  nine Christian  men driving in  cars  were stopped by the   Muslim-“extremists   who are gaining power-by-force on their  beautiful islands.   They were stopped,  dragged out of their cars,   their hands were all tied together,  and the nine men were shot to death.

Youd better believe

See their hands all tied to one another?

They were executed because they were Christians who happened to be on the road at the same time as these Muslims  (who were carrying ISIS flags).

The government is trying to  stop the violence and to stop the drug money that finances these Muslim terrorists.

what war looks like

Sometimes strong and forceful  (violent)  measures have to be taken to eradicate the murderous Threat that has taken hold in a country.  This is what such a “war”  would look like in such a country.  The civilian cars must give way so the military can do its duty to protect.

It’s what a government is supposed to be doing:  protecting its citizens with resources that only it,  the government,  can assemble.

Today,  the head of our DHS  (Dep’t of Homeland Security)  stated publicly:  “If you knew what  I know,  you would be afraid to leave your homes.”   If we had his information about the actual  threats we were under . . . .

Again,  so far  I  live in such seemingly safe circumstances that I can afford to stay ignorant of the severity of the danger.   I can ignore it,  if I want to,  even as more and more people are saying things seem to be spinning out of control,  and  it feels like “something”  big is going to happen.

So,  I’ll just repeat:   I’m not going to get out of here alive!

Jesus did not.     Jesus did not “get out of here alive.”     He laid down His life for us;  He took up His life again at His Resurrection.   And He took His Resurrected body  “up” into  the “heavenly  places.”

He who was seen by many is now unseeable.

But Eternity is all around us.  It penetrates this world.   Or, as I kept saying this morning to my class:  Eternity interpenetrates our world.    The spirit in us is able perceive this presence of Eternity.    That is,  Jesus,  Eternal, can now be perceived by everyone, not just those who stood next to Him so long ago in one small part of this globe.   All  of us can,  “whosoever”  wants to.

Ascension

As  He ascended,  He took with Him something very important:  His human nature.   The same as our human nature.    He made it possible for all  those creatures with a human nature can also enter into Heaven.

It’s possible.

I dearly hope those Christian children and mothers on the school bus today and  those  young Filipinos with their hands tied together took comfort in the meaning of the Ascension as they lay dying.

Christians are those who have chosen to follow Jesus,   through whatever and wherever  He leads us.    It’s our cross,  the way that leads us to Heaven.   Executed.   Blown up.   Needless accidents.   Sickness.    Ascension Day tells us that we can follow Him into glory.   It’s possible.

Follow crosses to Heaven

“It’s needful for you that I go.”     Behold,  I go to prepare a place for you.”     “In my Father’s house are many mansions.  If it were not so,  I would have told you.”

We can pray for the souls of our Christian brothers and sisters who’ve left this world so violently.    And perhaps  “before their time.”  And for their loved ones,  left behind to mourn.

 

 

BEND AND BOW AND BU-U-U-U-RN!

May 22, 2017

(Ever read the book of Daniel in the Bible?)

Hey!  How about a rousing  two minutes of Gospel music!!!!

 

Well, the song tells you the story,  but in case you didn’t have patience to listen to it,  long ago  three young men were arrested  because they wouldn’t bow down to the culture’s god,    nor would they bend their knee,  so they were thrown into a fiery hot furnace (so hot that the king’s servants who fired it up were themselves killed by the heat) .    Well, the three young men wouldn’t burn either –  they were protected by a Fourth Man sent from the One True God  who kept them from burning,  from even being singed,  from even having the smell of smoke on them!

“They wouldn’t bend, they wouldn’t bow, they wouldn’t burn.”

Courage.   Truth.   Hope in God alone.

In the last post I contrasted the reception of two presidents in their trips to Saudi Arabia.   I noted that one president did bow to the Sunni king.

Barack Obama, Hu Jintao

Oh,  that’s different  Muslim leader . . . .

Obama Bow Copenhagen

Another Muslim leader . . . . fuzzy.   At a Copenhagen meeting of world leaders.

Here we are – bowing to a Saudi Sunni Muslim . .  .

O bowing again

Here’s the one we want:

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Saudi.   Sunni.   Islam.

We have the school registration of this president.   He was raised as a Muslim,  enrolled in a Muslim school,  and learned his religion and how to get along in this world by studying the Koran.      The young boy in Malaysia learned how to respect the Sunni religion and its representatives.    (You bow.)

As an adult he stated  (it’s recorded on video)  thatThe most beautiful sound in the world is the sound of the muezzin calling out to evening prayer,”  (in which prayers to their god are chanted in classical Arabic).

Beautiful to his ears.

In case you’re wondering:\

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Legal Name:  Barry Soetoro

Previous Residence:   Honolulu

Present Residence:  Indonesia

Religion:   Islam

(By the way,  Islam does not allow for apostatizing to non-Muslim religions.)

So,  one man bowed.   But the other man  “bended.”   —

Trump nt bowing

There’s nothing wrong with being a Sunni Muslim  in this world.    And  there’s nothing wrong with being TALL.   It’s much easier for an older man to put a medallion of honor around your neck if you bend down for him –  that’s courtesy of a different kind.

Every once in a while it used to come up in my daughter’s  concert band which traveled abroad:  “What do you do if you are introduced to someone from some royal family?”   (Answer:  You’re an American.   You shake hands, if such royal hand is offered to you.  Otherwise, you stand politely and respectfully.   After the American Revolution was won,  American citizens do NOT bow – or bend – or hopefully  not “burn” !)

Please,  my readers,  don’t let anyone blur the difference between a bow and a  bending down so someone can slip something over your neck.    Use your own intellect.  Make honest distinctions.

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Hey – you might be a Johnny Cash fan.    He’s got a great (almost)  bass voice too)

A TALE OF TWO PRESIDENTS

May 22, 2017

(A  photographic editorial):

One US president went to Saudi Arabia:

O bowing to many

(In case you can’t find him,  he’s the one with his back end facing us and his head LOWER than the Saudi officials,  king and diplomats.)

And now another president is in Saudi Arabia this weekend:

Highest Civilian HOnor

That is President Trump on the left, in  front, on a long red carpet,  given the highest civilian honors – by Saudi Arabia.     (There is no corresponding scene with the other guy.)

Who represents you?   Barack Hussein who bows to the Sunni leader on behalf of the United States?

Or President Trump who gives and receives diplomatic respect on his state visit?

Does America bow to other nations?

Or is America honored?

JOY AND TRAGEDY OF A 24-YEAR OLD

May 17, 2017

 

(Turning serious, now, because it’s Wednesday. ) 

Wednesday 1.jpg Wednesday.  Our culture calls it “hump day,”  a term I don’t like,  but on some Wednesdays I write about the big “hump”  the Western World has to face, and to get up and over it,  or more “Joys”  will turn to “Tragedies.”

We have to face some differences.

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There is nothing more joyful than watching  a 24- year old young man — (in general, of course) – – reaching the prime of his life,  the prime of his strength,  the prime of his self-confidence,  optimism, courage, self-assurance.  He’s so “full of himself” !!     Bursting with life.  And fun.       (Another reason why mothers have gray hairs.)

conga fun bl wh

It was with my young, approximately 24-year old Hubbie that I danced on a table in a German bar,  and we all danced the Conga, right out the door, into the parking lot,  and back in through the kitchen, snatching up kitchen staff as we passed through.

Oh, wait.  We didn’t do it in black and white:

conga 1

More like this.   In fact,   I was wearing a tiny dress like that which I had made – out of one yard of brightly colored material!     (Very long blonde hair covered the rest of me.)   Hubbie had fun too.   He eventually “matured” and life went on.

Ein prosit!!

ein prosit

 

A 24-year old man should feel young and joyful and full of life.  He has much to learn, and he needs all that courage and strength for the life that is coming to him.   He must mature and begin to help solve the serious problems  of the adult world.   He must soon know that some 24-year olds don’t live in a free and joyful culture.

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It’s  different in a Different World.    Some 24-year olds are busy trying to escape their World:

sign says for sale

Here are young men;  told to wait out there in the blazing sun.    The white sign above them, the one with the Arabic letters,  says:  “For sale.”     Those young men are for sale.    In the Islamic world,  slavery exists.

One 24-year old escaped his captors, after physical hardship and torture, and he, Muhammed Yusuf,  was able to report this to people from the Western World.

As a matter of fact, although slavery has existed everywhere from the beginning of written history,  it was only in the Western World,  the Western hemisphere and Western Europe,  that people worked hard to abolish slavery.   The popes first called for its abolition from the 16th century  onward,  until finally it became a serious movement and men of European heritage — that would be Caucasian (white)  Christian people — finally enacted laws abolishing slavery in their lands.

The (Christian) Western World is a world apart from the Islamic world.

They have different values from each other.

Every day now I read of one or more attacks by “extremists”  against people of the Western cultures.   Here’s one that appeared in the news just today:

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This young man in his mid-20s is being detained on a cathedral floor, just after he has stabbed a priest in the neck, as the priest was saying Mass.   Mexico  City.    The young man is a Muslim.

A Different World.    They do not respect what we respect.

A few days ago we heard that Bin Laden’s son has declared Revenge on the Western World,  us,  and has called for our murder.

Meat Cleaver

Anytime.  Anyplace.

They do things differently.   It’s a Different World.

I wonder sometimes why the full implications of these differences do not motivate us more. 

But our government (through the entertainment-news media)  has given us a vocabulary that emphasizes a false sense of  Sameness,  obscuring deadly differences.

Our schools – and there are plenty of examples –  are teaching our children to accept the ‘differences”  that come from a Different World.

San Diego Pub Schls

These are California schoolchildren, learning that all worlds are “equal”  and “diversity”  means Sameness.

Leaders in government don’t seem to realize there are two Different Worlds.

Trudeau among worshipers

Here is the young leader of our neighbor to the north seriously practicing Sameness with the Muslims.

And tragically,  those leaders who should be teaching us the differences,  have just voted to welcome those adherents of Islam who are colonizing the Western World:

Toe the Mark Islam

As old as some of these men are,  they do not appear to have been given a classical Western education, or at least they have  rejected Classical education and are therefore unable to make intellectual distinctions between one set of values and another.

Appalling and deadly ignorance.    They cannot tell victims  of persecution from the Colonizers.      They call them all “refugees”  but accept only the Islamic ones.

Young men of military age from a Different World.

Poor Refugee

Call them refugees, but I don’t think they plan to assimilate into any Western nation that opens its doors to them.

 

 

 

 

A BRIEF COMMERCIAL ANNOUNCEMENT

May 9, 2017

(I have these once in a while,   commercial announcements.   Usually they’re about something I’ve just found out about and am delighted that it exists. )   

wi fi jiggly  This has been me for the last few weeks,  sitting at my computer with a tangle of RF fields around me.   I know that’s a cell phone signal strength photo,  but it feels the same on my body.  It hurts if I’m there too long.

So there’s something  wrong with the electrical fields in my house which magnifies signal strength and electrical surges.    My TV got zapped once again, and I’ve been without television- watching for almost three weeks.  (It’s all being repaired right now as I’m writing, so I’ll soon have a TV again…..)

However,  what I learned,  being without all the entertainment-news that the alphabet channels present to us,  is that nearly all the news is  not  accurate,   or it’s  distorted, or flat-out not true.    And overwhelmingly against the president (and any conservative, somewhat Republican, viewpoint).

(Now I don’t think that President Trump is any kind of Savior for our country.  Maybe.   But likely not.   It’s just that the alternative would have been so destructive to all of us that we’ll settle for what President Trump might be able to do . . . )

A recent study, however,  by some independent communications outfit showed that 89% of all news programming showed President Trump in a negative light –  nasty things said about him;  suspicions;  innuendoes;  criticisms;  opposing views;  supposed errors;  and accusation after accusation after accusation – without any supporting proof.   The American public and the world is being trained to “hate” Trump and all he stands for.

Check out, for instance,  the “images”  of Donald Trump that search engines will give you.  (See below.)

I’ve gotten used to hearing a news segment and then mentally “ducking”  for the anti-Trump onslaught that is sure to come.

So,  without my TV,  I’ve been “forced” to watch the news over the Internet –  and there is a LOT there to choose from!!   Streaming everything from every country you’d want!  It takes only a few moments of watching local news (on the Internet)  to  remember how awful the Mainstream Media News is.

So here’s my “commercial announcement”  —     OAN news.  Streaming 24/7* on YouTube.   You’ll get a few short  commercials between news segments,  but you’ll also get some well-done segments showing some great event in American history — and you don’t even have to “duck”  for the cynical comments that would normally follow.  Just really nice informative spots that showcase something good in American history.

OAN   –   One America News:     news without the attitude adjustment.

 

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.*    Actually I found it by searching on YouTube for “F o x N e w s  s t r e a m i n g.    Then I clicked on the Fox News Streaming 24/7 –  and got  OAN news.  Maybe there are other ways to find it.

Try it out.   What a relief not to have to listen to how you are supposed to “feel”  about each news segment.

 

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(Search engine results for images of Donald Trump.)

 .**    “Fair and balanced,”  I notice:

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Are we, the public,  being manipulated?

 

 

TWO PERSPECTIVES

May 4, 2017

I’m into my third week of having no TV.   The system components are broken.  Or else all the HDMI ports are fried again.    Someone is going to come to fix the ports next week, and then I’ll be able to tell what else went wrong.

One gets a different perspective on the world without TV.

Here’s something I saw on my way in to class this evening:

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Right downtown, in our little city which is the capital city of our state,  in busy traffic,  6:10 p.m.,   someone had gotten out of his car and stopped all traffic to allow this mother and her little ducklings to cross the street.   The streets were full, cars coming from all directions,  and yet no one even beeped their horns.   Lots of smiles and thumbs up to the man who was out there guiding those ducklings across the street.

It reminded me of how many “nice” people I see every time I drive in this area.   There are groups of people on the street,  men and women talking together,  men of different races carrying briefcases and walking together or discussing something on the street corner.   Race, age or sex,  it doesn’t seem to matter.    Rich people poor people;  people are just . . .  working together,  living next to each other.

It’s not like you see on the television entertainment-news.   Not like the Soros-funded staged “protest”  riots, protesting everyday American things.

I think there was an attempt at that this week, though.  On Monday,  our local news announced over and over again that there would be protest meetings and demonstrations on the capital lawn for – I forget what all, but one of them was the legalization of marijuana.

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Here’s our capital building,  just one block west of where those ducklings were.   When I heard about the scheduled “protests,”  I thought,  oh, oh,  I have to drive that way right in the middle of all that.    May Day protests – all around the world, the news said!!

Well, as I drove by,  I saw some people.  Maybe about 18, maybe a little more,  standing near those steps.   Didn’t look like much.  Less than a busload of schoolchildren gathering for a tour of the capitol building.

I’ve seen bigger crowds there, of course.  I was part of really big rally once.    That crowd was concerned and alert, but friendly and peaceful.  When one young man waved a poster and shouted out some bad language in imitation of what he’d seen on television,  people around him formed a circle and one man said, “We don’t do things like that here.”   The circle kind of edged toward the side of the capitol lawn and the young man “dispersed” himself and walked away.

Without television programming and “news,”  I forget we’re supposed to be a “divided” nation on the brink of civil war.     That’s not what I see when I look around me, at my neighborhood,  my town,  our little capital city.    It’s not what I see when I drive cross-country through many other little towns and cities.

We have problems, of course, and sometimes local politics get “hot,”  but you win some, you lose some,  and you come back to fight another day.    We don’t destroy our political opponents.

So what’s real life?   Raging cities,  burning, rioting cities?   Or everyday life,  like I see most commonly,  wherever I go?    I wonder about that.

As long as it lasts,   these days are okay.   We can work to solve our problems.

I hope the hyped-up drama we see on television doesn’t produce a new reality.

HUNCHBACK REDUX

April 27, 2017

 

Anybody remember who this man was?

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He was a celebrity, to be sure,  but he was a kind and wise fatherly figure to me . .  .

Well,  wait a minute.

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Yesterday I wrote to you about two ugly people,  hunchbacked, blind, hobbling around, apparently useless — indeed,  rejected by society.   The story of the  first one, the hunchback who lived in Notre Dame cathedral, packs a powerful punch and it takes courage to read that book.

The second hunchback is a real person,   Margaret of Castello,   and her story will fill you with outrage and pity –  and astonishment.

The first figure displayed heroic Christian courage,  constancy,  loyalty,  love and tragic action. marg  The second figure,  Margaret,  all her life showed wondrous Christian  love and forgiveness,  wisdom,  virtue,  goodness and kindness.

I wanted to revisit their stories a little bit because I’m not sure if I told their story well enough.    The one common point that these two figures have is that their interior lives were both made good and wonderful and valuable by the power of God which they allowed to work in them — in spite of great difficulties. 

Our world is full of serious, even life-threatening problems,  and maybe in our personal lives we have serious problems.    That old saying is pertinent for our difficult world:  “Change the world?  Change yourself.”

The effect that Margaret of Castello had on her surrounding world was profound and life-changing for many, many people.

Okay,  the man in the first photo above?     Jimmy Dodd!

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Even as a child I could tell that he was a good man,  a wise man,  and that he genuinely cared that we grew up to be good and caring people.  He sang to us, as he taught us and he taught us his lesson by teaching us to sing.  Here is “Doreen”  from  the original (and very good)  Mickey Mouse Club singing his song.     It’s less than a minute:

 

 

“Beauty is as beauty does.”        To the one who follows Jesus —   who knows Him and loves Him, and so therefore follows Him,  there is a real change inside,  no matter what the outside appearances are.

It comes out like this:   (Galatians 5:22,  23 ) –  “. . .   the fruit of the Spirit is charity, joy, peace, patience, benignity, goodness, longanimity, mildness, faith, modesty, continency, chastity. “

A follower of Jesus gets some “gifts” too.  Among them are wisdom and understanding, discernment.    With these we can help solve the problems around us.

Here’s Blessed Margaret of Castello now:

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Her body is incorruptible after several centuries.  But it doesn’t matter what her body used to look like.

She’s no longer ugly,  hunchbacked, and blind.

She’s beautiful.

 

 

 

JUST LIKE ME – BUT NO MORE

April 12, 2017

Gloomy Cloud

Bit of a funk tonight.   It’s what I read in the news this morning.  Good things happened today;  happy things happened;   and something very beautiful (in nature)  happened —  but the funk returned.

Appropriately.

It’s Wednesday,  the day when we must keep on fighting to get over the rest of the “hump”  of this week, or of  these times.  Our hump being the alignment of advancing Islam with growing  Global Rule  . . . .

So here’s what I read this morning:

A lady,  just like me, just about my age.

She’s a tourist,  just like I am  sometimes.

She was alone, by herself,  far from home, as I am sometimes.

Stopped off to see an interesting building in a suburb,  just like I’ve done at times.    Sometimes I choose a hotel in a  nice suburb off an expressway.  A nice suburb.

The interesting building was known for its graffiti, which we now call “art work.”  So she took her camera out . . .     Just like I do sometimes.

She was busy taking pictures,  probably intent on choosing the right angle, the right composition,  the best lighting.     Just as I like to do.

And someone came up from behind her and stabbed her several times in the back and neck – he got her carotid artery.    She died – just about right away.

The attacker was a man who had recently come into that country – as a “refugee.”

She was an American in Paris,  in a nice suburb in Paris.

Could have been like any other American woman you know.   Don’t think you can tell your Mom to stay home and be safe,  not if she wants to travel.   Or your sister.  Or your daughter.

This woman was probably a nice, ordinary lady , and now she is no more.

The attacker has been arrested;  but  the story is not over:  there are millions more to take his place.

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Oh.    Would you like  a picture?   Here’s one that connects me with that American lady in Paris.   It’s a sign that is not too far from my home.

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 (misspelling in the picture not mine.)

About an hour and a half away from my home.

I’m thinking,  I don’t even have to be a tourist.

RADIATION AND PERTURBATIONS – I

April 9, 2017

 

Sorry I couldn’t get back here right away after the storm.  I’ve been “perturbed.”

But we’re still here:

2nd Tree and moon

That tall tree that twisted and turned so menacingly in our big storm is still standing.  The sky the next day was gloriously blue.  Innocently blue:  “What?  What storm?”   The pond level remains high but the raging torrent has returned to a normally high spring-level creek no longer uprooting trees and gouging out the creek bank.

Nature is calmer,  but this week becomes one of “perturbations”  and turmoil in the spiritual world,  during which Christians try to enter into the experience of Holy Week,  Jesus’ last week of life on this earth.   Try to enter into;  try to figure it out;  spend time  uniting in the experience, the story, the details.

The time approaches.

2nd Tree and Fist

 

Next to the photo of the top of the tree is a moon becoming full.  Not just any full moon;  the Paschal Moon,  for it is always full on Passover, and therefore on the Thursday of this particular week.    I put up my fist to measure the height of the moon.   One fist = 10 degrees.  The moon was about 50 degrees high in the sky.   As Thursday evening comes, it will be about that high,   but it will be just about at its highest point later in Gethsemane,  where Jesus had his  unspeakable agony,   sorrow beyond our understanding.

“Perturbations” 

2nd Waves

So, the storm that Mother Nature gave our area is past, but the wind still blows little waves and ripples across the pond to accompany our unsettled feelings during our Holy Week meditations.

And now there is the storm our politicians are giving us in international affairs.    “Russia threatens war,”  the new headlines say.     Well,  yes.   We attacked a sovereign nation.   One which Russia was working with to defeat ISIS.   They would be “perturbed.”

And   “Perturbations in Egypt.”     Palm Sunday today, and 43 Christians were killed in their churches by Islamic bombs.    “Innocent children and women  should not be killed in that manner”   . .  .  to use the words of the American president commenting on events in Syria.    I hope he is not so perturbed that he takes advice to retaliate against Egypt.   And if not,  why not?

(Maybe an unnamed “chemical gas”  is supposed to perturb us more than a more familiar bomb-attack.)

“Perturbations” as Islam advances apace in the Western world.

This week, after a few months of listening to a lecturer from Yale present Late Ancient and Medieval history,   he suddenly began giving lectures falsifying  (and sanitizing)  the history of Islam —  I could have thrown fifty books at him that tell a very different  history,   and consistently different throughout the centuries of experience with Islam,  some of these books written long before this man was born.   I suppose he has to agree to say these things or else lose his tenure.

But, gee — if you can’t trust a history professor from Yale,  who can you trust?   (That’s a joke, my friends.)

But again, “Islam advances apace.”     Look up that word “apace.”

GOT TO HIM?

April 7, 2017

 

(Totally an opinion piece;  an uninformed opinion piece):

I had hoped . . .  

. . .  but,  no;  throughout March I saw President Trump  being carefully corralled and put into his proper place.   Oh,  they allowed him a few victories;  token victories.

But check out this body language:

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Look how he is positioned between two men who are not what they seem.

Many of his major stated goals have been thwarted.   His ability to bring about his stated goals has been neutralized.   I even forget what defeat this photo represents.   It’s a photo op.   They are there to give him our Ruler’s congratulations and to remind him that the  “other guy”  is there to  sit in your chair if you don’t obey.

Carrot: congratulations, you capitulated;   Stick:  you are replaceable.

And now the Global Rulers may have gotten their plan to unseat yet another country’s leader back on track again, after unexpected resistance.    And that leader is President Assad in their targets.    He is the last planned bowling pin that must fall to complete that Arab Spring campaign.   And he knows it.   He knows they’re watching him.     He knows if he does anything as heinous as using chemical weapons against his own people,  that it would mean his end.   Using such weapons would be suicidal on his part.

I get that people died horribly.   “A slow and brutal death.”     (repeat ten times)

I get that little children died, along with innocent  women and men,

I get that cute little twin toddlers died in the chemical weapon attack.   We’ve all seen the pictures of their young father carrying them, crying out to the heavens above  in inconsolable grief.

I also get that the World Rulers and those they have put into positions  of leadership all around the world desperately want to destroy President Assad.

The Progressives, the Leftists,  the Republican Establishment,  all who do the bidding of the Global Rulers are working hard to start a big war over there.

What I don’t see is the actual connection between President Assad and the use of chemical weapons.     In our righteous horror do we say that a proven connection is not important?

Is our horror of that “slow and brutal death”  supposed to make us say:  Enough!    “It happened in his country,  therefore he did it”?

Well, whatever happened on  9-11-01  happened in America . . . .   The shock and horror of that seemed to be enough to make the American public stop asking questions.   It worked then.

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President Trump was against this kind of thinking.     And he was against striking out in Syria.

And now his opinion has been  turned.

Maybe President Assad is responsible for this chemical attack.  Maybe President Trump acted on information that we don’t know.

But so far  there is not even a shred of proof, other than positive assertions, repeated by many,  repeated everywhere.   Assertions.   Assertions, alone.   Assertions make proof.

The crime is horrendous.   Who is the criminal?

Doesn’t matter.   We’ll find out later.

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As much as President Trump  campaigned with the principles and goals held by people in  the majority of the states in the United States  (yes,  that’s how a president gets elected,  by the numbers of electoral votes)   as much as he seemed to be saying what so many had been waiting to hear,  I always thought “this man will soon butt heads with  the power behind the presidential office”  —  and he won’t be able to effect any major changes.

That’s a long sentence,  but it means that not even a president can work against the Power that pulls the strings in Washington.

I just finished a book by Robert Ludlum called Trevayne.      A good intelligent man,  in a position to be incorruptible, above reproach,  chosen to investigate just who or what is the power behind the U.S.  government.   So he was chosen to head an investigative subcommittee ,  chosen, as it turns out, by the very aristocratic power behind the government.

He doesn’t know that at first.   It’s a tedious book, full of long, agonizing detail,   Ludlumesque,  but the tension builds,  the reader begins to suspect,  and then both Trevayne and the reader are justified in their suspicions —  but at the very end  (spoiler alert)   Trevayne joins the very behind-the-curtain power that he was supposed to uncover.

He agrees to be their president.   He believes he can change things from within.

 

“BLESSINGS” OF ANOTHER KIND

April 3, 2017

I don’t often comment on current events.   They often turn out not to be what they seem to be, and only some weeks afterwards does the truth start leaking out, and by then,  the original “story”  is hard to dislodge.

But this one today seems fairly straightforward:

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An explosion  on a commuter train in St. Petersburg, Russia.   Very sad day.   Many injured,  ten dead (so far).      The newspapers have a photo of the man who carried the shrapnel-filled   (IEDs)  into the train.

Someone wrote:     “A terrorist attack is an attack on all humanity.”       (Well, so is senseless violence of all kinds,  but the point is taken.)

While some grieve,  the  desert warrior crescent moon god gives his blessings, according to others, such as ISIS,  who publicly  rejoice and praise the act, according to recorded statements..

While some in the post-Western Liberal culture will continue to find a moral equivalency between one religion and another,  one culture and another,  the truth is far different:

MY Book YOUR Book

Now,  neither statement that the blonde is saying is quite completely true,  and a statements that leave out so much can be easily used to distort the truth and advance a false narrative,  but there are two completely different starting points here,  two different a prioris,  and two different deities.

Two different “blessings.”

TIPPING POINTS TO DANGER

April 1, 2017

I think this relates to “Saturday,”   as I said last week,  the day when Christendom remembers that absolutely  desolate feeling of being without the Christ who was just crucified and placed in His tomb.

It relates because just as the first  Christians were without Christ on that day,  so are today’s cultures largely without Christ.   When a culture takes a giant step away from reason and truth,  it gets  desolation and  confusion,    barbaric violence and anarchy.

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Before Western Civilization  (that is, Christendom)   there were centuries of barbarism.  And now,  post-Christendom,   our Western Civilization was strong enough to imitate the values of Christendom  without Christ for a while,  but it’s reaching a Tipping Point now.

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How?  In what manner?  How soon?    I’ve looked at the idea of Tipping Points,  read about them, observed them.    It’s a complex arrangement of elements that waits for just the right circumstance – and when that last component comes into being –  boom!

What was before is now gone.

The culture has tipped irrevocably into another existence altogether.

Not all changes are Tipping Points, of course, and not all Tipping Points are called by that name.

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Sometimes we call them “bubbles, ”  as though using a name for such a delicate ephemeral thing means it can’t hurt us.   (Student loan bubble,  currency bubble,  debt bubble,  derivatives bubbles,  housing bubble . . .)

Statistics,  statistics,  statistics –

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Statistics can show us some things,  but it can’t tell us where on the graph we are – just that we’re getting close.     BEFORE  a Tipping Point s reached, it’s theoretically possible to pull  back from the brink,.  but I worry that it’s not likely.

Well, you get the idea;  let me just give one example of a Tipping Point that is forming,  but I don’t know what’s coming next.    What’s forming, from historical human experience,  are all the elements that will tip us over into  a deadly,  unfortunate,  all-encompassing violent Revolution.    All it will take is one surprising, unthinkable act of violence against,  say,  our president.

Celebrities, comedians,  and the actors and actresses who read news scripts and give us their opinions in front of  a camera have commonly and frequently called for the as^ sas sin nation  of the president.    It’s actually NOT funny and it’s not really “forgivable.”

How much of this can our society take?

The president has been in the crosshairs of the extreme left   (the progressives,  the radical democrats the socialists)   for quite some time now.

Even before the inauguration,  the leftists speculated and fantasized about his death.  Even  television  “news”  cable channels were  having irresponsible  discussions about “what would happen if (the president was dead and who woudl take over the government?”      And to justify making such a suggestion, the leftists are  speaking of “Trump Carnage”   and predicting that Trump will cause the “extinction of mankind.”       This is silly –  but it has also successfully placed this vocabulary into the minds of rootless,  unstable people.

Here are some of these unstable people acting out what they are hearing is now  “possible,”  acceptable behavior:

In recent  news,  shots were fired on Capitol Hill.
A day or two ago, a woman jumped over the fence around the White House.
 Two secret service people took pictures of the president’s young son – while he was sleeping.    (?)
A secret service  person parked her car in a Brooklyn neighborhood,  did not lock her door,  and left her laptop inside as she walked away, so that it could be stolen.      (?)
Another  man jumped over the fence and was on the front porch of the White House for 16 minutes before anyone did anything.  (? )   According to reports he lingered around , looked into windows, stopped to tie his shoes . . . .
How many fence jumpers have there been?    Again,  recent  news –  the alarm on the fence surrounding the White House had its sensors removed — by the secret service.    (?)  The alarm sensors had been removed!
An intruder was found inside Pres.  Trump’s  Florida home (at Mara-Lago.   (?)             There are numerous reports of air space violation over his home,  planes and drones . . . .
There was a female secret service person who publicly stated that she would not defend the president, as is her first duty.
The secret service is not using its dogs anymore to help them secure the White House grounds.

What’s happening?     How many “intruders”  have tried to get into Trump Towers?  how about the one who was found with a pistol inside there?   

The narrative against the president is becoming increasingly outrageous.   The Bill Maher popular celebrity:    “It Looks Like Russia ‘Installed’ ‘Trump and His Crime Family’ ‘To Loot and Destroy America.”

That’s not funny, Mr. Comedian.     That’s incendiary.       That’s marginalizing and demonizing a man –  justifying an  extreme response in the minds of some,  and it’s putting the president of the United States in jeopardy.

Given the daily all-pervasive violence Americans generally experience in their favorite television programs,  local news programming,   and careless office gossip,  violence-as-a-solution is becoming less and less surprising,  more and more commonplace.

tipping glass

It’s almost inevitable that we will reach some kind of  Tipping Point.

And we can   “cry over spilt milk”  but we can’t put it back in the glass.

As a teacher with “experience,”  as a mother with “experience,”   as a historian with a lot of study under my belt,   it seems to me that we might not be able to stop what we’ve started.   Not enough of our society will return to the values that built UP civilization in order to prevent the complete pulling DOWN of this civilization.

Pessimistic?   Yeah,  well,  there’s always hope.   Right?   No.   Not on our own.

A Saturday without Christ;  a Saturday with Jesus “dead and gone” into his Tomb:    It could have turned out badly for the first Christians.

Not on our own can we save this culture.

HELPLESS AND ANGRY

March 28, 2017

(Guess I”m writing this post  from out of extreme anger. Don’t read on if you don’t like XXX situations.    Just skip if you’re feeling comfortable.)

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What has happened to Americans?

I had written and collected photos for this story earlier today and put it in my “writing queue,”  saving it for when I’m a little less angry about it.     But then on our local TV news I saw a short article about the story . . . .   Sanitized.  Like this was a one-off incident.   Nothing to worry about.

The local TV news didn’t tell much of the story.

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I love to travel.   I’m already mentally planning my summer trip, cross-country again.       I would love to travel to Scandinavia, where my grandparents came from,  and to Portugal this year for the 100th anniversary of the events in Fatima, Portugal.

Cooper, my little grandson,   is actually in Portugal right now this week,  but Mommy and Daddy don’t’ know much about Fatima – so . . .  well, maybe they can be tourists in some of the big cathedrals there in Lisbon.

I would love to travel there too.  I have the time,  the means,  the interest, and about 60% of my health –  but I can’t go to Europe.  I can’t fly.    I won’t fly.

Not until and unless they remove the GYNECOLOGICAL-GESTAPO-WOMEN  from the airports.    I’ve  had two bad experiences;  two bad traumatic experiences,  which occasionally still visit me in the middle of the night when I’m half asleep.    And I’m feeling tense and wary now as I write this.

There was no brother/husband/father/son  nearby to protect me from what can only be called an obscene gynecological exam by a large woman who stared into my eyes the whole time, challenging me to object.

She waited.  travel handcuffs

She had all-power over me.   And she smirked.

The second woman in the other airport didn’t even smirk during her deep thrusts.

 

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(Oh.  wait a minute.    You don’t have to wear uniforms in an airport.)

 

My family, who all fly,  deny any remarkable mistreatment.    But one day the issue was raised in my Book Club, and I was shocked to hear the degree of  anger from these women as they reported being obscenely mishandled at airports.    I couldn’t bring myself to speak up . . . .

So.  you may have seen today’s  story too:

1 Begins in crotch

 

The video was taken  by his shocked mother who said the “inspection” lasted about 17 minutes.   The airport officials say 2 minutes.  I watched it for about 10 minutes.    I watched that man rub slowly every square inch of that boy’s shirt,  over and over again,  slowly,  up and down —  and then go back for a second round,  fondling and rubbing the body under that shirt.

Then he moved on to the crotch.    And rubbed and thrust and massaged and petted  . . . .

2 closeup went to crotch a second time

The boys crotch is being moved upwards.      This is not a “pat- down with the back of the hand”  like the airport says.       This is what a pervert does to stimulate himself.

The guy straightened up for a while,  then took a step forward and went back for a second round.

Then he worked the front of the crotch area.

3 working that crotch

 

The boy was supposed to keep his arms out of the way and not move them,  not even to protect himself.

You know,  when I was a teacher,  I taught my little kids about Friendly touch and Unfriendly Touch;   never let a stranger touch you in your private places.    Call for help.   Fight back until help comes.

 

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But if they wear a uniform,  we are supposed to obey.

4th time at crotch

The guy moved his blue-gloved hand so that he could apply MORE PRESSURE onto the boy’s crotch.   This is his fourth approach to the boy’s crotch.

The man left and  another uniformed man came by,  and then this first man went BACK to the boy for a fifth go at it.

5 left and came back

Working that crotch area.

Do “big boys”  not cry?    Do grown men accept this as part of some weird male ritual –  it’s just “what happens”  sometimes?     in the “gym” ?    in the YMCA?

This is a boy with   some sort of “sensitivity stimulation”  difficulty, a heightened sensitivity to stimuli around him to the point where he is officially,  medically disabled and  who  was  manhandled by a pervert in an airport, Dallas, I think.    His mother was traumatized;  she reports that it took a long time to calm her son down and try to explain to him that he didn’t do anything wrong.

And then she posted her video.

The airport is  “looking into it,”  but deny any wrongdoing.

Today’s  “warriors”  wear soft business suits and will smooth over the legal aspects.    That’s how they will solve it.

Did you notice the American flag in the background of the photos?    Das Vaterland!   I mean,  Das “Homeland.”   When did that start?   Submit for your own good.   Submit so we will make you safe.

What has happened to Americans?

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No wonder this flag has been banned on campuses –

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March 28, 2017

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(I hope I didn’t melt any Snowflakes in that previous posting ) 

I really was just musing about how important that “warrior” spirit is to building up and maintaining a  ccivilization.      Included in that term “warrior spirit”  is a very high system of ethics and morality,  without which warriors would devolve into barbaric free-for-alls.   Might makes right, etc.

In a nice serendipitous point on our calendar,  we are directed today to look at St. Gontran.   I never heard of him.  (Or I probably read about him before as I cycle through the yearly saints – I simply don’t remember him.)

St Gontran de Bourgpgne
In that last post,   I had just referenced my study of Merovingian kings,  and here is one for today!    Gontran was the son of that first great Merovingian king,  Clovis, a pagan Frankish warrior  who converted to his wife’s Christianity to save his life in battle  and then went on, with God’s help,  to establish a stable Frankish kingdom which contributed to the development of Western Civilization as we  know knew it.

His son, Gontran, was raised Catholic from  birth and probably had an even  better understanding of Christianity than his father.    He was devoted to Christ,  and when grown was given the land of Bourgogne to rule,  that is,  the big area we call Burgundy,  which played such an important role in our  history.

St Gontran king of lotsA dignified and respected leader, King Gontran

Although King Gontran has an interesting biography,  I’ll just give you this partial  summary   from  Butler’s . . .  “The prosperity of his reign,  both in peace and in war,  condemns those who think that human policy cannot be modeled by the maxims of the Gospel,  whereas, in reality,  nothing can render a government more flourishing.  . . .  He was the protector of the oppressed and a tender parent of his subjects.     He gave the greatest attention to the sick.   He fasted, prayed, wept, and offered himself to God night and day  . . .    He was a severe punisher of crimes . . .   and by many wholesome regulations he restrained the barbarous licentiousness of his troops.”   He lived to 68 years of age, after reigning for 31 years –  a great long life span!

Note that this freedom from the godless barbarism of the day came with the application of the Christian notion of the warrior of high moral conscience.   Fighting for what is right.      Only a people who are willing to be free and who are willing to defend their freedom will be free.

Now, today,  as we saw,  that warrior spirit is on beer bottle labels.    Or we put our warriors in the land of make-believe and give them  imaginary, unrealistic and superhuman faculties, confining them to  movies or games.     If  warrior spirits dare to emerge in elementary schools,  we suspend those young boys.   Even if their “weapon” is a munched-on Pop-Tart!  College males go around apologizing for who they are.   We’re content to come home from work or school,  kick off our shoes,  and rest in an electronically induced somnolence, while our Rulers silently consolidate their power over us.

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Again,  freedom isn’t free.   Freedom didn’t come to us for free.    “The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.”   Not just a sentimental phrase from history.  And though we don’t know for sure who first stated it,  the truth of the matter is that  we won’t keep our freedom without paying a price.     Perhaps we only need to pay attention – and do our duty appropriate to our station in life and to the circumstances around us.

Perhaps we’ll be called on to do more.

Not necessarily with battle-axe and sword.

So,  I’m not sure,   but it would seem that  if a  foreign “warrior spirit”  threatens our freedoms or even our very existence, . . .

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        . . .    then it ought to be matched by an equal or great warrior spirit coming from us.

Unless our culture is suicidal.

History will record . . . .

WIKI AND THE SWORD OF DESTINY

March 17, 2017

 

(I have to repeat this yet again:  “There is something wrong with the passage of time!  It is speeding by too fast” —  too fast to take in all the things that each week offers us.)

And so this post is still thinking through the things of March 15 . . .

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March 15,  on this day we remember the life and martyrdom of St. Longinus –  the name given to that Centurion who thrust the spear into the side of Jesus after He had died on the Cross.

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      The story makes sense:    The Jews in Palestine at the time knew the Law:  “Cursed is anyone who hangs from a tree”  (i.e.,  a criminal, executed);     and if the criminal is allowed to hang there overnight,  then the whole land is cursed.

       The three men executed had to be killed before sunset and taken down from their  “trees”     or else the large Jewish population would revolt against the Roman authorities.

      The Jews in Palestine would also have known that any lamb to be sacrificed had to be perfect,  unblemished,  and never to have any broken bones, before, during, or after.

To fulfill the Law,  then, the Roman authorities sent out the order to the Centurion in charge to break the bones of the three so that they would die quickly, before sunset that day.    But the Centurion found Jesus already dead.   Probably.   It looked like it.   To make sure,  he thrust his spear into the side of Jesus.

The Catholic Church was born that day,  from the water and blood,  (the spiritual meaning of the Water and Blood)  that gushed out of the side of the dead body of Jesus.*      Eerie, un-explainable phenomena had taken place in the natural world that day;  and now at the sight of this Water and Blood,  it was remarked, then,  “Surely this   (actually) was the Son of God!”

All parts of this Day have been preserved and recorded –  including  the part that this Centurion played and the lance that he used.    The tale was told in Greek and Latin and in subsequent languages of Europe.    Thus, in Greek:   λόγχη   –   meaning “lance”  which is not too far from the name  “Longinus”  now given to this Centurion.  For his part and for his conversion to the faith of Christ,  he is called St. Longinus.      The remark attributed to him,  (surely, this was the Son of God!)  has confirmed the faith of many.

It’s a tale well worth pondering – and internalizing.      My Roman Martyrology for March 15th begins with this short statement about him:  ” At Caesarea in Cappadocia the martyrdom of St. Longinus who is said to have pierced our Lord’s side with a spear.”   

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SED CONTRA   (but contrariwise):    (just in case you haven’t joined the cynical modern-day scoffers,  religion-wiki offers you that chance!)    —

I had time to look around on the Internet for some more information –  and eventually came to the odd and sometimes untrustworthy site of Wikipedia,  which carries the predictable words:  doubt, doubt, doubt,  unreliable sources,  apocryphal,  legend, pseudopigraphical,  perhaps,  been asserted to,   folklore,  local tradition, etc., etc.

And then this odd statement:   In the Roman Martyrology he is mentioned, without any indication of martyrdom, in the following terms: “At Jerusalem, commemoration of Saint Longinus, who is venerated as the soldier opening the side of the crucified Lord with a lance.”

Wait!  But my Roman Martyology  said he WAS martyred.

He was mentioned along with an indication of his martyrdom . . . .

It’s not a big thing, except as it is part of a subtle rewriting of the history of Western Civilization that is going on all over, all around us, and at breathtaking depth and speed.

We truly live in an age of Fake News,  Fake Information,  just about Fake Everything.  There is a reason for this,  a methodology,  but that’s not my point here.      Right now, these days,  I am more concerned with something called The Tipping Point,  as well as the growing  movement towards Totalitarianism.

The stakes are high.

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We have this spear from almost two thousand years ago.      It was the “Spear of Destiny” given all sorts of supernatural powers by those who believe in . . .   anything.    (“When one stops believing in God, one doesn’t believe in Nothing;  one will believe Anything!”  (GKC))

And such we have personified by the man who last led a portion of our world into Totalitarianism.    Hitler.   He truly believed that the two   “spooky, supernatural”  items from the time of Christ  (the Christ Figure, I suppose),  which are the Spear and the Holy Grail, would give him the godlike powers he tried so hard to attain.

The bridge to our day and a new totalitarian way of thinking?

Hitler (and his companions) were masters at managing the attitudes and enthusiasms of millions of people.     He was a master of propaganda  and mass mind control (of the “scientific”  or “psychological”  kind – I’m not referring to any spooky supernatural mind-control),   and of manipulating the minds of crowds and masses of German people.  There were subtle changes made to their history,  their culture,  their “destiny.”

Studying the minute details of how this was accomplished day to day in Hitler’s Germany will reveal chilling similarities to what is being accomplished today.    From  subtle and not-so-subtle changes in our textbooks and other sources of information,   to entertainment which entices us to enjoy the new morality and agree with the new mindset,   to  Fake News that knows it’s Fake but also knows its lasting effects even when it gets caught out,  to the “children” on campuses who will not allow any other opinion but the one they’ve been propagandized with – and will become violent to shut out any diverse opinion . . ..

We have it all – and so much more.

I watch this growing trend towards the Group Think of the totalitarian mindset –  and I wonder:  When are we going to reach that Tipping Point – and experience the fulfillment of consequences that we didn’t even realize we were forming.

The Tipping Oint towards the full reality of Totalitarianism.

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.*    It was His death that was the Sacrifice, offered to the Creator,  God the Father,  that enabled the many benefits of salvation and grace to pour out into the world.      (This Teaching has been a bit mangled in the last few decades – but that is our fault,  it’s not the Teachings that have changed.)

  To Abraham it was said that one of his descendants would bring Blessings upon the whole world.”    These Blessings refer to the future one-time Sacrifice of Christ which effected the  sure possibility of Salvation offered to anyone in the world who wants it.     Thus, at the time of His death,  Christ’s Church begins.

Quicumque !!!     

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  (for those of you who have visited my house and seen the wall above my computer!)

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AN EMOTIONAL DAY

February 28, 2017

(The  two flags of my heritage): 

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Emotional.   I hate that.   I’ve had my emotions stirred today three times and ended up in tears – of happiness, I think.

I am Scandinavian.   We.    Don’t.   Cry.     Only sometimes we do, and then we look like a mess and  feel like a mess and we’re embarrassed  –  and we ask,  “How does that happen?”

So,  today –

Happy thing number one –  Son  spent a few hours here today; we kept so busy;  and his actions and his stories filled me with . . .  wonder!  and a great deal of gratitude.    (He’ll know why.)   A very happy day.

Happy thing number two –

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Big loud crashing thunderstorm today.   And more to come!   Early in the evening I was in my “study”  at one edge of the house and the thunder struck.  Not the muffled, rumbling thunder that comes through thick clouds,  but the sharp, banging kind that makes it seem as though some heavy equipment with sharp distinct edges just got dropped overhead.  In fact one set of thunderclaps was so loud and distinctive that I looked out the window to the house next door with the thought that it just might have collapsed.     Spectacular  noise !!   (The house is okay.)

Very pumped up and excited.

And then –  President Trump began his speech.    Happy thing number three.

Every single sentence of his touched me very deeply.   It was like the things I was thinking, the things I had been hoping for, the things that I have desired for our country was all being verified and affirmed.    Someone was speaking my thoughts!   At last.

It’s been thirty years since I’ve heard a presidential speech without having to cringe.

No cringing tonight,  just grateful for a president who loves our country as much as I do.   And I hated it because his words touched me with hope and pride and good possibilities – and it made me cry.     “How does that happen?”

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Thank goodness I was alone.  I absolutely lost it when  President Trump got to Jamiel Shaw Jr.      I had been very affected by his death several years ago.     I wrote abou it   one Memorial Day although I don’t remember quite how I made the connection.

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I was horrified that this  accomplished and beloved son was shot in cold blood –  by an illegal immigrant who had been  released from prison.

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Mr. Jamiel shaw, Sr. and President Trump,  friends

Jamiel Shaw.   I never wanted to forget him because he is a symbol, to me, of all the victims of crimes, especially  crimes committed against Americans by those who are here illegally.    His father was especially  devastated, in a way that I could only fearfully  imagine.   Please,  God, may I never experience the death of one of my children.  But Mr. Jamiel Shaw, Sr.,  did.     And he and all the other families of such victims need our sympathy, our prayers,  and our help.

Actually,  all the good people who were showcased in the speech tonight moved me to tears.  (How does that happen?  Why should I be crying?)

It  is to our amazement that when President Trump announced the new task force to help the victims of these crimes —  was it V.O.I.C.E.?  — the television cameras showed the entire  Democrat side of the Congress booing, hissing, and sitting still.

He said that “every problem in our country can be solved.  Every hurting family  can be healed,    so why not join forces to get the job down.     Let’s work together.”     Funny,  again,  only one half of the Congress applauded.  The Democrat side sat in stony silence.    Really?   They don’t want to work together to heal our nation?   to heal hurting families?  Or is it that they WILL not work together with the president of the United States?

Well, again,  every sentence that I heard President Trump say surprised me by how deeply I had wanted to hear those things.     It was uplifting.   “Why should we not expect wonderful things from Americans again  . . .?”

Maybe I do know how those tears happened tonight.

Relief.