Message for Miss Pelosi

Message for Miss Pelosi. A wall is an inanimate thing. Bricks cannot be immoral. Mortar cannot tell right from wrong. Are the doors and walls on your house a matter of morality? Do you have, by any chance, moral or immoral windows and is your roof committing an immoral act by keeping out the rain?

Polaris

Seeing the news stories, the degradation, the 11 year old boys dressed as drag queens, the scalding demand that mothers have the right to 'terminate' (isn't this a nice sterile word?) the little people renting space in their wombs, the politicization of the FBI so that they merely need a target and one can come up with an illegality of some kind or other, judges politicized who hand down punishments for these fine print felonies, invasions calling themselves caravans and compassionates seduced because they can't endure the ad hominems that will attach to them as indelible as Hester Prynne's scarlet letter, pacifist parents afraid of the chagrin of their children and giving them choice of cereal at the market and gender at the surgeon's, men pretending to be women at beauty contests, women clamoring to be out of the home so they can be men in the battlefield, fentanyl and heroin propping us up out of our hedonistic pain, empty homes. Aren't we kind of like a ship crossing the storm swept Atlantic having lost our belief in Polaris? The heavens only sky after all? Or could it be that there is an order to the stars and One who guides the planets in their paths? Maybe it isn't too late to investigate that before we go so far off course that we never get back.

Schumer's Spin on Security

On hearing Schumer spin the debate about border security as Trump "wanting his own way" I found myself shaking my head at this man's unawareness or perhaps intentional spin. Let's for the purpose of this post make it the lesser sin. This being the case, doesn't it occur to Mr. Schumer that the same thing can be said about him? As to our President I continually grow in my confidence that he more than any other in public office has our country's security in his mind as a father protecting his family by guarding the door of his house against intruders. Schumer, on the other hand, seems more concerned about undermining this nation's sovereignty. Somehow I suspect there is the inconsistency of a Schumerian gated house where not everyone and his brother can approach without going through security. I just bet you can't just walk up to the door of his house, ring the doorbell, and invite yourself in. Somehow I have the meekest suspicion that should I adventure by force such an undocumented a visit I might incur just a little vetting by less than tolerant and compassionate security guards.

The Silent Creed of President Trump

More on President's non participation in the creed: I like him even more for that. For a couple of reasons: one, if he doesn't believe his non participation shows that he respects Christianity and his own principles enough that he will not utter what he doesn't believe. And if he does believe then his non-recitation may be explained by perhaps a cough, by perhaps being outside his religious tradition, or perhaps some other innocuous thing. So either way, what is the problem? Regardless of which it is the Lord knows. Furthermore, if in fact President Trump and the First Lady do not believe they exemplified the strength of not going with the crowd even though it might incur misunderstanding or ridicule---especially and ironically from the atheistic Left. Thus, more and more I see him as a leader to be proud of and to admire. And last but not least, one can't charge him and the First Lady with the sin which seemed to bring our Lord to his most harsh of condemnations and that is the sin of hypocrisy harbored in the hearts of those that did in fact say the creed without believing a shred of it, saying it for the public, for the occasion, for the cameras. This, the recitation without belief, and not the non recitation for whatever reason, will be what incurs perhaps not the critique of the cameras but the critique of Him to whom nothing, not even the inward man, is hid. That is the important thing.

The Current Language License and Broccoli

Now that the current language license doesn't allow any more of such phrases as "Bring home the bacon", "You can't beat a dead horse", "Kill two birds with one stone", "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth", "Don't rat on me", "Thicker than fleas", "What's good for the gander is good for the goose", "You can't skin a cat", and others, I must express a certain relief. Certainly our chauvinistic chatter must be brought into line with the current norms of non-offense. I do think that we should also include plants, the flora as well as the fauna. After all, we don't want to appear to be non inclusive of the plant kingdom which has its share of victims. Think about the derogatory things said about broccoli for instance. With respect to this I must cite the late George Herbert Walker Bush (requiescat in pace). Of course I didn't expect any of the eulogies to include any negatives---that is not what eulogies do. However I would here be remiss if I didn't bring attention to the glaring character flaw in this very good, but imperfect man (aren't we all?): but as to the flaw: he hated broccoli. In other words he was a mysocolist. (I am up on on these new phrases as I went to a very progressive school that made sure we were all sociallstically up to par.) Anyhow, I wish to stand up for the victim broccoli and all the other flora that are being defamed, merely because they don't have the ability to tug at the heart the way, say a baby mouse can. A young broccoli just doesn't have that same power of cuteness. This is a travesty for in a truly egalitarian society we moderns all aspire to eyesight that sees everything as equally cute. Thus we should stand up across all our highways, shutting them down if necessary, if we don't get more laws enacted to protect those vegetables that come so callously under the knife and fork. But especially I wish to highlight the great bias of the bigots that hate the cruciferous stalk. I say we need a "Broccoli Lives Matter" campaign, a resistance against the human racists that don't consider that broccoli and its comrades in the vegetable kingdom have yet to realize their unrealised rights. Close your eyes and think for a moment of how we so casually chew a stalk without thinking of the life we have so callously ended. Let your conscience work on that. Then and only then, when our consciences have become truly tolerant can we begin to do something about it with our language, taking our cue from the current licensing of animal neutered language. I think at the same time we should be inclusive of the broccoli and his companions. Next time at the produce section (isn't 'produce' itself such a demeaning word?) and think of how unfeeling our language is: who with any solidarity with our flora cousins could be so cruel as to utter such a phrase as "a head of lettuce"? Shouldn't that be banned as anatomically gruesome? and what of the injustices heaped upon broccoli herself? In no way should she be trapped on the produce shelf under cellophane and styrofoam as if she were a common criminal to eventually be chosen by some patriarchal human. I know many will have their compassionate consciences wakened here. So many will here agree that our language license should be ever stricter to embrace all. I have only to hope that our progression to such a culinary compassion will gain us a lasting gastrointestinal peace. May it be so.

The Scottish Bishops Succumb to Two Plus Two Equaling Five

To think the Scottish bishops succumbed to this. What has Christian courage come to? Are there any Ignatius of Antiochs or Polycarps any more? Yes, there are a few but they either die young, like Bishop Morlino (May God rest his soul), or like Cardinal Burke are exiled to Malta. Well, God knows. He knows the true shepherds among us, and He knows the false.

Yesterday's Playgrounds

What! No monkey bars helmets? Where are the responsible mothers? Child Protective Services need to come in and remove these children from homes not in conformity with the latest safety fashions! I for one don't understand how humanity survived. It is beyond comprehension how they made it beyond their childhood. Wow. Childhood was really dangerous in those days. Well, one thing those kids didn't have to worry about: their beginning in the most dangerous place for little ones: the post Roe v. Wade womb.