Spike is Best

I've been saying to people for over a month now that the 1950's are coming back. Not that anything like that really comes back, just as there is no going back, but as a manner of speaking.

Families out along the sidewalks, not on their way to some event or entertainment, but just on a stroll, taking the air. I don't think I've seen so much of this before. The other day I was touched to see two lovers, the man with his arm around his woman while they walked slowly, in step, as a single unit. During my evening walk I see scooters, bikes, leaning against trees, left on lawns. Landscapes, gardens, yards are looking better kept than they ever have. People investing their time and creativity in vegetable gardens.

And now I'm reading about the drive-in theaters coming back. Drive-in burger joints where they place the tray on your open window. With the empty streets at night and cheap gas, street drag racing will make a comeback. Not trying to make light of the virus, but there's something to be said here - at the risk of being out of touch with the reality of suffering - that with every loss (here I'm not speaking about human lives but the way of life that we have considered normal) there is always something gained that you had forgotten. Whenever you lose something, you have gained something you forgot or didn't consider. I know that from experience. There's something in the air.

I just hope this regaining of something in a better way happens for those who have lost the most. I've been praying every day to God to cast down the mighty from their thrones and lift up the lowly. I suppose some unerring super Catholic apologist would love to tell me that I'm entertaining liberation theology by praying that.

I really find it interesting how all the people observing isolation measures because they are selfless enough to care about what's transpiring before their noses without seeking to alter reality, without seeking to manipulate it in the first instance, are castigated as panicking sheeple. They are taking the proper measures precisely because they are not panicking, so it's interesting to see how they get scourged by conspiricists who vomit up their fundamentalist panic about panicking and their sheep-herding manipulation about sheeple. This sort of off-loading, this projection, is all very Vigano. Because every crisis doesn't have enough burdens as it is; they need to see how many other burdens they can pack on people's backs while excusing themselves with a swiffer of their own hand. The biggest cultists are bleating about sheeple. It's very interesting.

And right after people get accused of being fearful panickers, they get accused for using their reason. These panicking fearful sheeple are also creepily calm slaves of science and rationality; they are of this world; they have no faith. (But Spray Tan with his UV lights and injected disinfectants is the cutting edge of scientific thought!) LOL.

Isn't it interesting how Catholics will receive the sacraments again, but only after learning what being eucharistic means? Isolating for the life of others is eucharistic. The least eucharistic response to the suspension/dispensation of receiving the sacraments has been the inability to adapt, not gratefully remembering all the graces and sanctification one has received in the sacraments to now and trying to put it forward, but only to bemoan how much one misses the sacraments, which is, basically, "The Eucharist is all about MEEEEEEEEE!!!"

But the institution of the Eucharist was the greatest Adaptation of all time. I've often had this wild thought that some of the most devout Catholics have been imprisoning Jesus in the Eucharist. (pointing the finger at myself too!)

I find it really interesting how down through the years of the pontificate of Francis the words Ominous and Disturbing have been used by rigorists (who are certainly never ever sheeple or cultic manipulators) to describe things that were merely something about the faith or about the church which they needed to learn, or rethink, or which were just really nothing to get disturbed about.

When he came out onto the balcony it was Ominous and Disturbing. When I read Amoris Laetitia it was Ominous and Disturbing. When they projected images of animals onto the wall of the Vatican it was Ominous and Disturbing. When they planted a tree and made indigenous gestures of reverence it was Ominous and Disturbing.

But when more and more photos come out of cultic mobs gathering under the general flag of fascism, under one who is becoming more and more their dictator, and carrying assault rifles in the public square in the very same instance of flouting safety measures which may, and likely will, result in human deaths (lending the carrying of their assault weapons in public something far more ominous than being just symbols of their "rights"), with all the hallmarks of becoming the unofficial enforcers of the dictator's implementation of chaos - the presage of a veritable Clockwork Orange movement of ruffian thuggery for "freedom" - yes, all this: where are you oh-so-vigilant and sober faithful, who are most certainly never ever sheeple, with your vocabulary of Ominous and Disturbing in this particular instance?

Oh, what's that? Dead comfortable silence, eh?

Huh, imagine that.