Not Just Wrong--Evil

Today was a particularly busy day for me. I had a series of meetings. Like every hour, another meeting. From 9:00 on.

I saw the text from my wife. Screenshot 2015-07-14 18.51.07

I didn't have time to click on a video. I was in a room full of people. Important business. Major client and all that. And I completely misunderstood the "H/T Gina L." thing. For some reason, I thought Angela was mad at Gina. (There's a cool psychological explanation for my misunderstanding, but that's for another post. Unless Dr. Gina wants to explain it in the comments.) Anyway, I didn't have time to deal with it. Which makes me feel like a jerk, because Angela's sick. But I am kind of a jerk.

Later, Angela texted this:

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Okay. At this point I had no clue the Jindal text related to the Gina Loudon text. But I'm slow. Always have been.

By the time I got home, Angela and I had been texting about other stuff so long I'd forgotten about the Gina Loudon text. So I looked. Here's the video:

There you have it. The organization that Hillary Clinton is proud to have funding her campaign kills babies and sells the livers and hearts and lungs for a profit--that goes back to Hillary 2016.

Sick. Evil woman. No reason to sugarcoat. Meet Dr. Deborah Nucatola.

Dr. Deborah Nucatola harvests hearts, lungs, and livers from aborted fetuses for profit.a

Raw, naked evil served straight up with fava beans and a nice Chianti. 

The modern Democratic Party and its BFFs like Planned Parenthood seem more suited for 1930s Europe than 21st Century North America.

Not just wrong--evil.

Sorry if I ruined your dinner, but this seemed important.

UPDATE: Planned Parenthood releases a statement. I agree with HotAir: Planned Parenthood is lying.

One Sentence Explains Everything About Pope Francis

An enduring criticism of the Church over a millennium involves its wealth and opulence. Its cathedrals were often the  most expensive and ornate structures in entire nations, save for monarch’s palaces. Lavish ceremonies mark significant milestones, such as the installation of a new pope. Pope-Francis-009

So Pope Francis’s instruction to the bishops and faithful of his homeland Argentina says everything about why this pope will be different from all other popes.

Tell the bishops and the faithful to make an offering and an act of solidarity to the poor with the money instead.

Instead of what?  Instead of flying to Rome for his installation mass on Tuesday, March 19, at 3:30 a.m. Central.

Consistency With His New Name

This humble request is consistent with his name. Francis of Assisi was known for his devotion to a life of peace, poverty, and simplicity.

On Thursday, his first full day as pope, Francis left the Vatican without security to pay his hotel bill. Popes, of course, have people for that sort of minutiae. But not this pope.

And there’s this:

After he left the Apostolic Palace, Pope Francis had an elegant car with the license plate “Stato Vaticano 1” waiting for him, but he declined it in favor of riding the last minibus back to Casa Santa Marta with his fellow bishops and cardinals.

Maybe We Can Make Social Justice A Good Thing

Pope Francis will speak and write of our duties to the poor often. Conservatives, rightfully wary of “social justice” sermons that sound a lot like calls to Marxism, might look on with a jaundiced eye. It’s important, I think, to keep in mind Francis of Assisi’s view of things, via Catholic Encyclopedia.

Moreover, Francis's simple, childlike nature fastened on the thought, that if all are from one Father then all are real kin. Hence his custom of claiming brotherhood with all manner of animate and inanimate objects. The personification, therefore, of the elements in the "Canticle of the Sun" is something more than a mere literary figure. Francis's love of creatures was not simply the offspring of a soft or sentimental disposition; it arose rather from that deep and abiding sense of the presence of God, which underlay all he said and did.

I pray that Pope Francis inspires everyone to be more generous with their own money, not with other people’s money. Paying taxes won’t get anyone to heaven, anymore than robbing Peter to Paul. I believe Francis can do more for the poor through his example than by exhorting governments to forcibly redistribute wealth.

We on the right would do well to avoid knee-jerk reactions when we hear Social Justice, though, until we understand what the phrase means at that moment.

Perhaps nothing so well summarizes Francis of Assisi’s life than his simple prayer. The prayer also helps us overcome the tendency to react to phrases we hate.

Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury,pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen

A simple prayer, but, oh, what a difficult path to follow. A psychological theory of “mirror neurons” tells us that we match others’ emotions and actions even before we realize it. A smile induces smiles from those who see it. Likewise, then, hate induces hate, injury induces retaliation; doubt, confusion; despair, more despair; and so on.

The Prayer of St. Francis, then, asks us to deny our biological humanity and substitute our divine humanity.

Argentinians who know and love Francis want to go to Rome, of course. National pride, too, will drive people toward the Vatican. This is a very big deal for the country.

Fitting with the irony of Francis of Assisi’s prayer is the irony of Pope Francis’s call. The greatest demonstration of obedience to the church, to this new pope, and to God would be  a sparse crowd on the most important day of Francis’s life.

P.S. This post began as a scathing attack on a former US Senator. Searching for a link to that story, I stumbled upon the story of Pope Francis asking people to stay home and give their travel funds to the poor. I intend to write about that Senator later. But I’ll do my best to meet his vitriol with love. Your prayers will help.

Merry Christmas

I read today that the Christmas shopping season was off. The writer, or his sources, blamed Sandy: Hurricane Sandy and Sandy Hook. Retailers said that shoppers weren’t very jolly. They were serious or worried or distracted. Hurried, as if they didn’t want to be out too long.


I thought of my parents and others at the Christmas of 1941. Americans had endured a decade of economic depression that the planners were impotent to correct. After the years of privation, then, Japan attacked the US at Pearl Harbor and, then, the Philippines.  Congress had approved a unanimous declaration of war. The young men who’d been deprived the childhood their parents’ planned for them would also be deprived young adulthood, limbs, and life.

Of course, in 1941, we didn’t have as much time to worry about ourselves as we do today. There was life to get on with. People certainly worried, but did it ruin their Christmas? Here’s what Winston Churchill told us on Christmas Eve, even as London was in the midst of the bombing:

This is a strange Christmas Eve. Almost the whole world is locked in deadly struggle, and, with the most terrible weapons which science can devise, the nations advance upon each other. Let the children have their night of fun and laughter. Let the gifts of Father Christmas delight their play. Let us grown-ups share to the full in their unstinted pleasures before we turn again to the stern task and formidable years that lie before us, resolved that, by our sacrifice and daring, these same children shall not be robbed of their inheritance or denied their right to live in a free and decent world.

When was the last time you heard a “leader” speak of daring?

The victims of Sandy and the survivors of Sandy Hook feel no less sorrow today than did the families of Americans killed at Pearl Harbor or the survivors of Hitler’s heinous, relentless bombing of London. They deserve our respect and prayers and help as much as our ancestors of 1941. Their sorrows are real and pitiable. Their losses painful to everyone with a heart and soul.

Yet, today, it seems, we give ourselves and our society permission to wallow and gnash our teeth. We don’t dare to live. We seek “solutions” to insanity—solutions that deprive the sane their freedom. I fear that we would meet the next Hitler or Hirohito, not with resistance or appeasement, but with assistance. Civilization today seems unwilling to accept tension and suffering, as if our birthright denies their existence.

But that’s foolish. God became flesh and walked among us, not to eliminate tension and suffering, but become the poster-child of them. His birth at Bethlehem was the beginning of His march to the cross, not the end of human suffering. 

Victor Frankl reminds us that “Dostoevski [sic] said once: “There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.” Dostoyevsky’s words should serve as a warning to us all: if we succeed in eliminating suffering, we will have also succeed in becoming worthless. 

Living in the horrors of a Nazi prison camp, Frankl and his fellows found moments of joy and insight. Weighing half his former weight, living daily on a few ounces of bread and a small cup of watery soup, using his surgeon’s hands to dig water pipe ditches in the frozen dirt surrounding the Auschwitz death camp, Frankl received this revelation:

The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved.

That passage struck home with me. I’ve been a rude husband and thoughtless, absent, distracted father. I’ve been a bad friend. I am not “above” the weaknesses of our civilization. I, too, ignored much of Advent. I, too, worried more about avoiding sufferings than about living the life Christ died that I might know. I, too, failed to appreciate the joy of suffering, the humanity of pain, and the necessity of tension.

But I have 24 hours to do something about it. The stores are closed. The presents bought—or not. Doesn’t matter. I am  here. 

My weak Christmas pledge: I will try, for the next 24 hours, to live up to Victor Frankl’s imperative: “Live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you are about to act now!”

Isn’t that the plot of It’s A Wonderful Life? 

Merry Christmas my love, Angela, Amie, Jack, Ben, Samantha, Patrick, and Jordan.

Merry Christmas Mom and Dad, Tee and Sue, Mickey, Scotty, Hank and John, JoAnn, Virginia and Carrie.

Merry Christmas Carol and Bill.

Merry Christmas Michelle and Ben.

Merry Christmas you wonderful old Building and Loan!

Merry Christmas to all who’ve reminded me tonight that joy is in me all the time if I’d only get over myself and let it work.

Merry Christmas to you. God bless you.

Unto Dust We Shall Return

Today begins Lent.


Lent prepares us for the cycle of mortality and resurrection, perfected by Christ, without which life has no meaning. It’s a time of humility. We call to mind our human brokenness in hopes of making ourselves better imitators of Christ.

On Ash Wednesday, we mark ourselves with the sign of the cross in ashes. “Remember, man, that you are dust and unto dust you shall return (Genesis 3:19).”

The path to heaven, after all, goes through the cross. Lent is our annual chance to step away from our human excesses of sin and pleasure and leisure and sloth and apathy and complacency.  One way we do this is through small sacrifices, like giving up something we enjoy. Or we can make this a radical Lent.

The modern world treats calls to humility and reminders of mortality as capital crimes. All the more reason for Catholics to wear our ashes humbly today.

The Romans Had Nothing on Us | *Video*

Do you know the most persecuted religious group on earth?

History speaks of the massive Roman persecution of Christians. The catacombs of Rome, housing the remains of thousands of Christian martyrs, tell us the story and give voice to the dead.

But the Romans had nothing on we moderns when it comes to persecuting Christians. Today, Christians are the most persecuted religious group on the planet. And the problem grows worse every day.

Only a blind fool would call the United States a Christian nation. We have become a nation of secular humanists,and our official government policy is the gradual elimination of religion. Christianity first.

Before you give money to save the rain forests or the whales, consider doing something to save the world’s most endangered species: the Christian human.

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