Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Sunday, May 14, 2017


I've been revisiting SCTV. I watched it quite a bit through high school and a little while thereafter. Its got me thinking about satire and what makes it good and what makes it not so good. One of the reasons I've been thinking about it is because I was equally acquainted with Monty Python, both the show and the films, but I never found them funny, never got them, in spite of trying. I had friends who were total Monty Python geeks and I wanted to get it, but didn't. But I found SCTV very funny, and sometimes found it so funny the show seemed a miracle.

I'm pretty sure this is what makes good satire: the one wielding the scalpel can wield it, by necessity, only from the source of some initial openness that is uncomfortable because it is a place of anticipated humiliation, and the anticipation is already humiliating. It can't be conjured. Evelyn Waugh was such a great satirist because he had this ability, which within the satirist feels like a disability. You see it especially in the acting of John Candy. I watched an interview of him on Letterman in which he seems to be painfully aware that he's starting to come across as a bore, and suddenly, almost in spite of himself, he turns it into a source of laughter for the audience. It's like he didn't even need to try. He was just funny. Joe Flaherty and Martin Short were also great in this regard. Those three guys were just so damn funny.

Monty Python always seemed too easy, too towering, too one-sided, too overbearing. SCTV though had a certain light regard that was a two-way scalpel. That special zone they were able to create, light as a feather, was like an endless progenitor of cutting satire that was deadly funny yet didn't injure. And that's the greatest laughter. The more it cuts, the more the healing laugh, and vice versa.

Today there is absolutely no good satire whatsoever - at least not mainstream. Certainly there are good comedians out there. Kevin O'Brien is one actor/satirist who I find very funny. But mainstream like the way SCTV was mainstream, there is nothing. All of it is just a competition to see who can out-vulgarize the other.

I wonder what that says.


The issue of protection has faded from the economics discussion because we have lost the shrewdness of our ancestors. One of the primary purposes of government is to protect the people, to protect the common good. The notion that the economy is not used to determine the well-being and moral state of a people - or to put it another way - that grave evil and harm cannot take root in a people through their economy, is very foolish.

The ancients recognized it, but the idol of the Free Market today keeps people blinded and bound. Our ancestors of long ago and not-so-long-ago had no problem stating that the private monopolization of the economy has very detrimental effects on human life all the way around. They had no problems stating so while being free from the armchair alarmism that pontificates at every drop of the hat about the threat of socialist doctrine that reduces man to a part completely determined by the economy. That's because our ancestors retained a capacity for shrewdness.

But among the conservative circles today cowed into unthinking deductionism by the hyper-inflated threat of socialism repeat the same old formulas about the free market and inflation and taxes and the gold standard and the invisible hand (lol), and there is a level of cupidity there that is really astounding.

It used to be the Manichean Bogeyman

But that's passe.

"I see Ultramontanists."

We got a real good show for you today

Canada produces 90% of the world's mustard

from which you have your condiments.

You're welcome.

God gave us ten commandments

But the transgender police give us over 70 and counting.

Narcissism is the narcotic that gets injected through the tender skins of children via the gender-bending social engineers of whom the words of Jesus apply:

It would be better for them to be thrown into the sea with a millstone tied around their neck than to cause one of these little ones to stumble.

One is born a boy or a girl. And that you are born one or the other is a beautiful unfathomable mystery. God knows you by name.

Christianity says one is born already a kind of masterpiece.

This age of narcissism says one is born indeterminably of no value other than as a number, as something to be consumed.

God gives one an identity that is forever.

This age gives one an identity that is already wasted.

That's all the transgender-queer pantheon is about - the destruction of identity, at the heart of which is narcissism. But behind that yet is the spiritual - and that is something so hateful that if one were to catch a glimpse of it even for a second, one's life would become totally blighted.

The reason is because that something is a demon of hate. It has nothing to do with sex and sexuality. Behind it all is a demon of such hate that a person with the wildest imagination could not begin to conceive how hateful.

That is the reason why if you were to have a glimpse of this demon for one second you would be incapable of getting out of bed in the morning, and would likely die in your bed, as everything you know and live for would have been totally blighted.

The world applauds the fake compassion that ushers in this destructive hate into the lives of children.

"That which"

High time to get rid of this stupid combo. Even in the ranks of the great theologians and philosophers it is barely passable. Just replace it with "what". The English language can be so retarded. I don't know if the equivalent of this retarded insufficiency exists in other languages, like Latin and so forth, but I wouldn't be surprised. We are so limited.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Older interview but really good

"The money that has been inflating prices has been the commercial banks inflating real estate prices, inflating education prices, inflating prices for stocks and bonds...the inflationary money creation is by the commercial banks, not by the government. And nobody is talking about that. It's the banks that are creating money. Somehow people have believed that inflation is very good if what's going up is the price of your home. But then when the price goes down, what's really gone up is your debt. And what people thought was an asset boom and net worth and wealth creation - as Alan Greenspan said - it turns out to be debt creation. It's the private debt that is the residue of the bubble economy. Instead of trying to resolve that problem, by writing down the debts to the ability to pay, by writing down housing debts to the real value of the house or the current mortgage, or writing it down to the one quarter of your income - that used to be normal and is normal in other countries - by refusing to roll back the private debt and write it down, the government is pushing austerity here just exactly as the pound is doing, as the euro zone is doing. So all you have to do is look at Greece and Spain and Ireland and you say is this going to be America's future under this kind of pretense that government debt is bad and bank debt is good - run into more debt, that will save us - it's as if they believe the Americans can borrow their way out of debt. That's the current policy." --Michael Hudson.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Write down the debt

The government has the sovereign privilege. It is not like a household budget.

Public spending does not require taxes. Print the money and spend it into the economy - public infrastructure - without going through (tying everything up to) the private banks that financialize everything that ought not to be financialized.

We had in Canada the social credit system from the early thirties which got us out of the depression and which built our entire infrastructure, until Trudeau decided to ignore the Public Bank of Canada Act and went to the private banks. Within just two years of doing this the debt soared many, many, many times over the amount of debt that Canada had up until then even from its inception as a country.

Stop feeding the F.I.R.E. sector (Finance, Insurance, and Real Estate) as though we needed it. We don't. It is not the real economy.

Debt deflation is what's happening - together with asset price inflation.

Understand that term, "debt deflation". We don't have inflation, but debt deflation.

When will people wake up? Michael Hudson is one of the few I watch who actually talks sense.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Title: Saturday Uplands

Medium: Oil on board

Size: 11in. x 13 in.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Friday, March 10, 2017

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Hardly anyone talks about Fukushima

Each and every day 300-400 tons of radioactive water - extremely radioactive water if one takes into consideration the measurements of radiation that are being taken at a proximate distance to the radioactive core - have gone into the Pacific over the past 6 years - probably more. That's water into the radioactive core and around it and then into the ocean.

And that's the sea water they've been pumping everyday. That doesn't include the unknowable amount of groundwater. The nuclear site sits on a large aquifer. There was full meltdown. The radioactive fuel has breached containment. It has been burning down into the groundwater at an unimaginable temperature.

And that doesn't include the above-ground highly radioactive water that they're storing in more and more rinky-dink storage tanks, one or some of which have already started leaking.

It's not like an oil spill. It's not like heavy metal contamination. It doesn't "dissipate" in the ocean. It's on the atomic level. It gets into the generative cycles of all life, concentrating on the atomic level. Of all places, the ocean is the worst place for it to go.

Fukushima is going to be the rudist awakening mankind has faced. And practically no one in the mainstream media is reporting on it. All the official pronouncements coming from TEPCO and others in Japan are a joke.

Over the next few years I think - and dread - it's all going to start rolling out. It already is. We're going to hear as normative speak, news anchors telling us about the boiling and dying of the Pacific and the radiation of the west coast.

The kind of stupidity that has been going on is the kind that has to be purposeful and enforced.

"If present trends continue, this century may well witness extraordinary climate change and an unprecedented destruction of ecosystems, with serious consequences for all of us." --Pope Francis, Laudato si

"The earth , our home, is beginning to look more and more like an immense pile of filth." --Pope Francis

"Everything is connected" --Pope Francis

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Friday, March 3, 2017

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Fukushima is the sleeping giant

"The Japanese government has lied about the seriousness of Fukushima at every significant step in the process, and likely continues to do so." --Bill Still

Monday, February 27, 2017

How very very

Journalism had nobility once upon a time. That was when a journalist/reporter verified through the means of cross-checking sources; checking the sources on the sources. This is to say, there are stories behind the stories, lending biases here and misunderstandings there, if not outright ill will and lies and rumour. In this respect, journalism was the antithesis of the consumption of information. It was a veritable fast; it was a kind of noble great fast from being satiated by information so as to arrive at the story of veritas behind it all, and then present that story. Journalism is seeking to see through what has only arrived in your lap, and see where it leads, for no other reason than that you care about the truth and that others may know the truth. Immediately publishing something because you "have it from a good source" is neither journalism or reporting. You care not a wit about the truth; otherwise you would restrain yourself and investigate all possible sources. As it is, you are just a passive imbiber of whatever it is you wish to imbibe. Social media is the place where one finds what one wants to find. And that is precisely the problem - for the reader, and a hundred times more for the professed reporter/journalist/newsiteaggregator.

The passive receiving of information on social media has basically replaced the propriety of journalism. This is just as true in the Catholic social media as anywhere else. For some reason the smoke of Satan can enter through the cracks of the church, but somehow we're supposed to believe that Catholic social media is impervious. Not only is it not impervious; it chokes with congestion because it seeks no sources outside of itself. If you make a telephone call to some echelon affiliate who tells you basically nothing more than his own circle of rumour that he's entrenched in, saying to you Pope Francis is "Bad News", well, then, I guess you go with your gut. And go no further. But oh, oh! someone in Argentina said this, and that's, like, you know. And stuff. Not that investigating the Pope is anywhere to begin as an objective criterion. Because really, it's not. One can investigate stories. That is to say, find out the true story behind the one that is presented. But that is actual work. People don't go there. Too busy on the internet.

Like people did when the man in white unadorned raised his right from the balcony and they just knew. They just knew. You're gut is satiated. Say what you want. But you are not a journalist or a reporter who cares about veritas.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Friday, February 24, 2017

Friday, February 17, 2017


Like Eduard Artemyev's electronica album Metamorphoses (a real gem), this one is great too, by Miha Kralj, previously unknown to me. I only knew of Eduard Artemyev before because of Tarkovsky - namely Stalker. These eastern European electronic artists starting from the early 80s on have a kind of genius. The music doesn't really sound stuck in that era.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Monday, February 6, 2017

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Such beautiful words from our Holy Father

"We do well to take up the dreams of our elders, so that we can prophesy in our day and once more encounter what originally set our hearts afire.  Dreams and prophecies together.  The remembrance of how our elders, our fathers and mothers, dreamed, and the courage prophetically to carry on those dreams.

"This attitude will make us fruitful.  Most importantly, it will protect us from a temptation that can make our consecrated life barren: the temptation of survival.  An evil that can gradually take root within us and within our communities.  The mentality of survival makes us reactionaries, fearful, slowly and silently shutting ourselves up in our houses and in our own preconceived notions.  It makes us look back, to the glory days – days that are past – and rather than rekindling the prophetic creativity born of our founders’ dreams, it looks for shortcuts in order to evade the challenges knocking on our doors today.  A survival mentality robs our charisms of power, because it leads us to “domesticate” them, to make them “user-friendly”, robbing them of their original creative force.  It makes us want to protect spaces, buildings and structures, rather than to encourage new initiatives.  The temptation of survival makes us forget grace; it turns us into professionals of the sacred but not fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters of that hope to which we are called to bear prophetic witness.  An environment of survival withers the hearts of our elderly, taking away their ability to dream.  In this way, it cripples the prophecy that our young are called to proclaim and work to achieve.  In a word, the temptation of survival turns what the Lord presents as an opportunity for mission into something dangerous, threatening, potentially disastrous.  This attitude is not limited to the consecrated life, but we in particular are urged not to fall into it." --Pope Francis

Full text of Pope Francis' homily for the feast of the Presentation of the Lord

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Friday, February 3, 2017

The one who suffers most

So much work goes into sinning. It is a horrible labour because it is fed and fueled with the division of one's soul. One might entertain the notion of freedom from the commandments in order to commit sin, like it would be a reprieve; or one imagines freedom is just a general state of doing what you want; but one is a dupe to think that one will be free in sin.

Sin demands all-consuming toil; it demands your soul be divided; and divided ever more insanely without rhyme or reason. The toil is not necessarily a toil that one can ascertain as such, in the sense of seeing yourself positively labouring at something. Often it is a toil of quiet negation that robs the soul of its freedom. When the whip and prod of this slavery are at their quietest, they are at their worst, they are at their highest command. The most lethargic and laid-back assumptions soaking in a hottub and cloud of marijuana smoke, answering every impulse to repent with, "The Dude abides", or some such, has in it a horrible fortitude toiling at sin.

More work goes into regressing than into progressing. The work here is the division of the soul, whereas in the most strenuous work of progress in holiness, in union with Christ, the soul is yet somehow still at rest, for it is whole. How many sins are committed by Christians because they allow the general sadness and boredom and noise of the world, in the ordinary minutes, to make them forget the victory that Christ has won in them? How many sin because they forget to smile?

The very word "comfort" implies its unattainability, or rather its absurdity; thus to live in it extravagantly or persistently (that is to say, always choosing comfort over and above anything else) implies a life of deep alienation, of a position of very deep discomfort with life, because one has to service the comfort that one wishes to have or sustain. Go to any mall. Look at the faces. Comfort is one of the coldest words in the English language. Borrowing money at compounding interest is just such a great metaphor for the labour of sin, until you realize that it is, or can be, a literal carrier of it. It is no metaphor at all.

Thomas Merton wrote:

“The more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you, in proportion to your fear of being hurt. The one who does most to avoid suffering is, in the end, the one who suffers most.” 

We're familiar with the terminology about slavery to sin. Yet don't we tend to think about that slavery as something static? Today the term "slavery" is so ubiquitous with the political and ideological that it has lost its keen verb sense, such as when we say "to slave away", as well as simply its original legal sense. Still less do we think about the underlying assumption that mediated the legality of slave-trading: that the slave was to do work for someone. You wanted a slave that could work. No one wanted to own a person because they just wanted to own a person.

St. Paul talks about "the wages of sin". Slavery is to toil away, as your fate, for someone's other benefit. "Slavery of sin" does not just imply that one is in chains; it implies a grueling, soul-sapping toil - every second that goes by. Where slaving for someone as in the slave-trade (which is by no means dead today) was a fate, and you toiled until you died, the toil of the slavery of sin is exponential in demanding your dissipation and division.

He makes springs pour water into the ravines;
    it flows between the mountains.
They give water to all the beasts of the field;
    the wild donkeys quench their thirst.
The birds of the sky nest by the waters;
    they sing among the branches.
He waters the mountains from his upper chambers;
    the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work.
He makes grass grow for the cattle,
    and plants for people to cultivate—
    bringing forth food from the earth:
wine that gladdens human hearts,
    oil to make their faces shine,
    and bread that sustains their hearts.
The trees of the Lord are well watered,
    the cedars of Lebanon that he planted.
There the birds make their nests;
    the stork has its home in the junipers.
The high mountains belong to the wild goats;
    the crags are a refuge for the hyrax.
He made the moon to mark the seasons,
    and the sun knows when to go down.
You bring darkness, it becomes night,
    and all the beasts of the forest prowl.
The lions roar for their prey
    and seek their food from God.
The sun rises, and they steal away;
    they return and lie down in their dens.
Then people go out to their work,
    to their labor until evening.

--Psalm 104, 10-23

Thursday, January 26, 2017

"Resting on an air mattress, on a big lazy lake

of my own subjective desires." --Bishop Robert Barron.

Last night at Mass I had a moment in which I felt quietly and powerfully - not for the first time - that quickness, that haste, that hinge, that total hairpin turn in the conversion of St. Paul. Who in using their imagination and empathy, combined with the reflection of their own conversion experience (which is never finished in this valley of tears), can't picture what it would have been like, even just a little, for Saul?

"What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them SKYBALON, that I may gain Christ..."

Look up "skybalon", by the way.

He said WHAT!

“I prefer a church which is bruised, hurting and dirty because it has been out on the streets, rather than a church which is unhealthy from being confined and from clinging to its own security.” --Pope Francis

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Dear Readers of this Blog

My friend Kate Taschereau is a single Mother with five children. Their house was destroyed by fire two weeks before Christmas. They lost all possessions and three pets to the fire (the cat escaped - I'm assuming it was Bijou, who was adopted by them from my family). Kate did not have renter's insurance. There is an article about it in the B.C. Catholic.

Even without such a loss, I can attest that they have been through a lot in recent years.

I don't know why I didn't think about posting this earlier for any readers of this blog. If anyone out there would like to make a corporal work of mercy towards the Taschereau family, you can go here at wonderwe and have at it.

Or you can go here at gofundme. 

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Monday, January 16, 2017


I order my scapulars from the Sisters of Carmel in Colorado. They make really good scapulars. Brown. 100% wool.

I`m not associated. Just wanted to let anyone know, if you want good scapulars, they`re great.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Great words from the Holy Father

I say this not to scare you, but simply to say that our life is today: now or never. I think of this: tomorrow will be the eternal tomorrow that never sets, with the Lord forever – if I am true to this day; and the question that I put to you is the same the Holy Spirit is putting to all of us, i.e. 'How ought I to live, this day?'

'Today' is played out in our hearts. Are our hearts opened to the Lord? To me it always strikes me when I find an older person – often priests or nuns – who tell me, 'Father, pray for my final perseverance' – 'But, you did well all your life long, all the days of your 'today' are in the service of the Lord, and still you are afraid?' 'No, no, my life has not yet waned: I want to live it fully, I pray that the day arrives full, full, with a heart strong in faith, and not ruined by sin, vices, corruption.'

Today does not repeat itself: this is life – and the heart, the open heart, open to the Lord, not closed, not hard, not hardened, not without faith, not perverted, not deceived by sin. The Lord has met so many of these, who had closed their hearts: the doctors of the law, all these people who persecuted Him, put Him to the test to convict Him – and in the end they managed to do it. We go home with these two words only: how is my 'today'? The sunset can be today, this day or many days later. But how are you, my today, in the presence of the Lord? And how is my heart? Is it open? Is it firm in the faith? Is it led by the Lord? With these two questions we ask the Lord for the grace to which each of us needs. --Pope Francis, Homily 1/12/17

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Saturday, January 7, 2017

The Church adopts what is good/best in cultures

It seems to me that because Tuvan throat "overtone" chant frequently employs multiple notes/sounds simultaneously in the vocal chords of the chanter that it is objectively a superior form of chant to all other forms of chant, be they Gregorian or otherwise.

The more notes being chanted at the same time in the single individual the better. The "noble simplicity" of one note being sung at any given time by an individual singer in a sequence of single notes, and a choir of different voices singing those same notes or different notes at the same time, is not as rich and complex as it would be if each individual in that choir was singing multiple notes at any given time or at the same time.

It doesn't seem out of the question that people can learn this form of chant, and that it be adopted into a liturgical canon of the Church.

Why not?

We should put in all of our best, and it seems that having to chant multiple sounds simultaneously requires great devotion.

Friday, January 6, 2017