Sunday, January 19, 2020

Saturday, January 18, 2020

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Sunday, January 12, 2020

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Did I say it out loud or maybe I thought it loudly,

but I said,

"I really like how Strider enters into the tale."

Sunday, January 5, 2020

We can use that. We could use peace.

Hey everyone, check out this nauseating, ill-tempered Globalist Soros Palpatine Pope attempting to insinuate the noxious U.N. Agenda into the mind of the POTUS after slapping away his wife's request to have her rosary blessed!

How long oh Lord - how long!

Oh when will you raise up for us new saints!

Saturday, January 4, 2020

Friday, January 3, 2020

The Pineapple Express tonight. That's what I love in the winter in the PNW, when it comes in mild, sometimes even positively warm, and turns all the firs and cedars into dark, gusting, oceanic giants, like a translation of the sea. You can keep your snow.

It made the power at Precious Blood go out this evening just before Benediction and First Friday Mass. We made do with candles, electric lamps, and mobile phones.

Some people like to call it "Chinook", sort of like the way some are fond of saying "Ponderosa Pine."

Pineapple Express is just fine for now. Just fine, thanks.

Primary Cause

The more I consider it, the more it makes sense to me that the real cause of abortion is simply rupture between generations. A kind of proto-abortion of the delicate-yet-vital connection between parent and progeny, writ large, providing the vacuum context for abortion to even be conceivable. But it came before the wide practice of abortion, and caused it.

One could point to the two world wars for starters. One could point to the industrial revolution as a huge primary cause of abortion and completely bypass the sexual revolution as merely symptomatic, and that person would be more in line with the truth than a great percentage of politicized pro-lifers who have their litany of quasi-sacramental purity test talking points at the ready.

An interesting concept to think about is a legitimate reversal of St. Theresa of Calcutta's famous statement that the fruit of abortion is nuclear war. The evidence is certainly in: the fruit of all war, of intergenerational rupture, is abortion. From there it works the other way like a closed circle. I have this notion that whenever someone connects abortion with sexual immorality the devil claps his hands with delight.

The incoherence of the pro-life movement was made very apparent by its pouncing without a second of consideration on Pope Francis's words when he was asked about what were the most important issues of our day, and he answered it was youth unemployment and the disconnect from the elderly. He has talked on numerous occasions about how the new generations must keep in touch with the wisdom of the oldest generations. There is an abyss that never used to be there: that is the cause of abortion. That is the primary cause, and unless you address the primary cause, it is not going away.

The removal of care for the elderly and the unemployment of youth are connected. I think Pope Francis sees deeply and simply.

These are the symptoms of an abyss that has opened more and more between the elderly and the young. And as long as that abyss remains unbridged, the longer that abortion will be with us.

You know this is true.

You think that "build bridges and not walls" is a feel-good, fuzzy, peacenik, felt banner slogan?

That's because you're a relativist who doesn't believe in the Gospel.

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Tuesday, December 31, 2019


Since the release of Laudato Si' and the Amazon Synod, the film Powaqqatsi has come to mind every now and again. I can't help but say it was - as much as Koyaanisqatsi - prophetic.

"Powaqqatsi" is a Hopi neologism meaning roughly "a parasitic way of life". In Godfrey Reggio's view, if I remember correctly, specifically: the northern hemisphere vamping off the southern hemisphere. Yet it also includes generally the first world vamping the third world.

Take these words from Pope Saint John Paul II:

"So it is that Christ the Judge speaks of 'one of the least of the brethren', and at the same time he is speaking of each and of all. Yes. He is speaking of the whole universal dimension of injustice and evil. He is speaking of what today we are accustomed to call the North-South contrast. Hence not only East-West, but also North-South: the increasingly wealthier North, and the increasingly poorer South.
"Yes, the South — becoming always poorer; and the North — becoming always richer. Richer too in the resources of weapons with which the superpowers and blocs can mutually threaten each other. And they threaten each other — such an argument also exists — in order not to destroy each other. (...)
"Nevertheless, in the light of Christ’s words, this poor South will judge the rich North. And the poor people and poor nations — poor in different ways, not only lacking food, but also deprived of freedom and other human rights — will judge those people who take these goods away from them, amassing to themselves the imperialistic monopoly of economic and political supremacy at the expense of others. (…)
"May justice and peace embrace (cf. Ps 84(85):10) once again at the end of the second millennium which prepares us for the coming of Christ, in glory. Amen."
--Pope Saint John Paul II, Homily in Edmonton, Canada, Sept 17, 1984

Koyaanisqatsi, the first in the Qatsi trilogy, will always be my favourite over Powaqqatsi. I haven't seen the third. The first just had this non-stop kinetic...trance-like quality, but better it really gets you to re-see, to see anew how the technology of our world is so ubiquitous you simply can't see it for what it is. But just with images and music. Nothing else.

Powaqqatsi, though again just images and music, gets a little more tendentious (sort of the same reason why I'm done with Terrence Malick's films, post Thin Red Line), a little bit more formatted so to speak. Still, it has a quality of its own. The images and the music (which, as in Koyaanisqatsi, act as distinct overlays to each other, never the music as a harmonious accompaniment to the images) forming a whole create some really powerful moments.

There's this one moment early in the film where the camera is panning across a row of children's faces, in slow motion, and there's this one girl's face beginning serious, almost solemn, from the right side of the screen, and within a couple seconds by the time her face is on the left side of the screen, it erupts into a smile, and then completely explodes, again all in slow motion, into laughter. The first time I saw that it was like the flat screen evaporated and I was in some kind of communion. Film is amazing.

Here's a clip from the start of the film (the person who posted it for some reason flipped the right with the left of the screen):

Philip Glass - Serra Pelada (1988) from masalladel oido on Vimeo.

Here's another clip:

Powaqqatsi (Fragmento) from abZurdo on Vimeo.

Why does this mean Pope lose his peace when he gets pulled over a guardrail on top of vulnerable children? Embarrassing and Cringe-inducing!

Why won't this mean Pope allow a hundred people to share their slobber with each other via his ring hand? Disturbing and Ominous!

Why doesn't this mean Pope like having his 80+ year old hand torn from its socket by some boss-hogging woman? The mask is off!

Oh why won't he let us pay such radical homage to his office by forcing him over guardrails and sharing our slobber and tearing out his arthritic hand so we can show him how much more pious we are than he is?!

Yeah, who are the Ultramontanists?

Those who recognize the Pope is a human being, or those who are forever scandalized by the fact?


Monday, December 30, 2019

He's a veddy veddy bad man

Disney failed the Galactic Empire. That is all.

I submitted this to my spiritual director before posting.

He gave it the Imprimatur. So it's legit.