With the Billion-Pound Gorilla sitting its big butt nearly any where it wants with impunity these days, one would think western leaders would begin to squirm, or, at least, run a finger around a sweaty collar.But this is not the case, largely due to the realities of functional dhimmitude.
Be that as it may, one must keep ones focus upon the finest, purest gift to mankind: the Catholic Church in the fullness of the faith, the one, true fold. Or, as Tolkien said to his son in a personal letter:
"Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament ... There you will find romance, glory, honour, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves on earth, and more than that: Death: by the divine paradox, that which ends life, and demands the surrender of all, and yet by the taste (or foretaste) of which alone can what you seek in your earthly relationships (love, faithfulness, joy) be maintained, or take on that complexion of reality, of eternal endurance, which every man's heart desires."
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