Friday, May 16, 2008
Maggie Gallagher on CA
Much cyber-ink has been and will be spilt regarding the California Supreme Court's split-decision that marriage as the union of husband and wife is unconstitutional under the California constitution. Once again, the multiculturalist ideology of unrestrained freedom of the individual reigns supreme. Natural Law bites the dust. A train may choose to jump the tracks in the name of unfettered "freedom" - regardless of how many disasters this creates for those living near the tracks.
Maggie Gallagher, however, says that the California court may not have the last word.
Recall that Gallagher wrote the timely warning in 2006, Banned in Boston - The coming conflict between same-sex marriage and religious liberty.
Maggie Gallagher, however, says that the California court may not have the last word.
Recall that Gallagher wrote the timely warning in 2006, Banned in Boston - The coming conflict between same-sex marriage and religious liberty.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Prince Caspian - A. O. Scott
Child Was a 'Demon'
Readers of RenĂ© Girard won't take long in recognizing the familiar signs of scapegoating and reconstitutive violence in this brief story: One Mind Ministries of Baltimore, MD, allegedly starved an 18-month old child because he was viewed as a ‘demon.'
Cult members concluded Javon Thompson was a “demon” after the baby wouldn’t say “amen” at mealtime and starved him to death, witnesses told homicide detectives, according to records obtained by The Examiner.The return to such expressions of the primitive Sacred is to be expected the farther we recede from the revealed truth of the Magisterium of Catholic faith, truth, and morals.“The child was abused because Javon was noncompliant with the existing rules of the ‘cult,’ ” the records state. “The child was also viewed as a ‘demon.’ ”
Investigators believe 18-month-old Javon’s body was found last month in a suitcase in Philadelphia two years after his death.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Chivalrous Calling
Corpus Christianum is an international Private Association of the Faithful, open both to men and women, dedicated to praying for a renewal of Christendom. Guided by a Catholic chivalrous spirit and Marian in character, Corpus Christianum members daily pray for the following key points:
* The renewal, unity, and spread of Christendom
* The Supreme Pontiff and all priests/religious
* The protection of Christians around the world
* The restoration of the family
* The conversion of sinners and the sanctification of all people
Never Cry "Asian Youths"
Well, guess what, kids? Apparently the same phenomenon is happening in East London. The second Anglican parson has been attacked by "Asian youths." Aoooooooooo ..............
Mission Accomplished
I hope it is more than a blip in the continuum, but apparently here you have it: Poll: Big Shift Among Practicing and Non-Practicing Catholics After Papal Visit -- More Likely to Vote, Better Understand Church Teaching, and Say Trip Met or Exceeded Expectations. [h/t: Mark Shea]
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
There Was a Time - Taylor Caldwell
HE SEEMED TO LOVE THE SOUND OF WORDS, formed surely from the letters he traced. He was face to face with a miracle, and when the word “cat” had been spelled out by him and he understood that it referred to the creature pictured in his book, his eyes would glow and he would seem on the verge of tears. He had a low, uncertain voice, a rusty young voice which was rarely used except to cry out the magic groupings he had achieved, or which he had learned to recognize in his books. Now he began to listen to all words, as if they were music, sometimes repeating them silently with strong motions of his lips, as the speaker enunciated them. It was as if he were intoxicated by words, any words. They were flashes of light; they were windows suddenly thrown open upon a land drenched with moon and enchantment. They were the blaze of trumpets raised visibly in darkness, haloed with radiance. They were drums that thundered, and filled the silence with wings.How could he ever explain the intoxication of words, mere disjointed words, words in themselves, the butterflies of color, the rainbow bridges over voiceless abysses, the sudden flight of birds like the rising and wheeling of gulls with sunset on their wings?
Instinctively, he knew the richness, the succulence, the suety opulence of words. Sometimes a new word would remind him of a little fat man, waddling, full of chuckles. It was the sound of them, the mere sound of words (for he could not as yet know the meaning of one-tenth he heard) which entranced him. It was the rhythm and the spacing of them, the flow, the pianissimo or the fortissimo of accent, the sudden curve of a syllable like the swell of a glass vase, the sudden and abrupt rise, as if a hand had been lifted peremptorily. Sometimes they were ugly words, unpleasant raucous words, hideous little spoons of words that contained a lump of poisoned jam. He listened for words on the street; he listened for them in houses, in the shops, in corridors, halls, rooms. He listened when his father read from the Manchester Guardian, and the measured pace of these words was like a procession, a somber parade, a conclave of kings, an old man talking gravely in the night. Best of all, when his father read some incomprehensible comic comment, the words were like tumbling clowns at the pantomime, rollicking little dwarfs with large red noses, tiny tinseled fairies pulled by strings, Punch and Judies with cackling voices, or a silly little bang of happy drums. And some words were cold and stiff, like twigs in winter, or hard, like stone or pungent like the striped peppermint canes given to children at Christmas. But they carried no actual projection of their intrinsic meaning to his brain. It was the mere sound of them which held him transfixed …
When in his manhood, he remembered this, he was amazed and bitterly envious. What a pristine and lovely frenzy had been his! What would he not now give to feel again that keen and terrible rapture, that fresh glory, at the mere sound of words! A voice on the street, just an ordinary, flat voice of a child or a housewife, but a voice enunciating a cadence of syllables that caught the ear with their poignant dissonance, or their thick little runnings like a brown rivulet in spring. Images flashed through his awakened mind at their mere exclamation. He heard a child demand something petulantly of its harried mother, and he heard a young rook complaining in the bare trees of winter. A young shopgirl spoke in the sweetest trill of a voice to his mother and he heard a sleep thrush awakening in the morning. He heard a woman laugh, and it was the tinkle of a four-sided cow-bell in the evening. Lovely lovely words, entrancing sounds, excitements in a harsh grunt, enormous fears in the growl of the shoemaker.
He had a deep aversion for the word “platter”. It had a flat, dead sound. He disliked “ham” for it was smug and thick. But serviette! What a tender frolic, what grace, what sparkling fingers, what arching of a pretty neck! “Tablecloth” suggested wool that scratched, and he itched at the sound of it. “Jam” set his teeth on edge, and made him annoyed with his mother when she spoke it. His father spoke of “torquay” and he did not know whether it was a city, a place, a proper name, or something to eat; but the articulation of it made him feel wild and strange and full of hot bright wind. He heard the word “somber” and he saw a face turning in darkness, full of meaning. There was no relationship between the words and what he saw and experienced in his trembling heart. It was enough that he heard them.
Operation Theseus
Monday, May 12, 2008
Obama's Further Difficulties
The New York Times ponders a delicate question, President Apostate?And ever thoughtful Hugh Fitzgerald delves further looking at Obama's missing trick.
Then there's his thoughtful observation on Israel: a “constant sore” that “infects all of our foreign policy.”
And last but not least, Obama's disingenuous "Catholic National Advisory Council."
Sigh.
Rational Faith
- Benedict XVI, Jesus of Nazareth [174]
Untested Under Fire
The swirl of criticism and his ability to deflect it makes one ponder: if they thought Bill Clinton was slick, what of Barack Hussein Obama? He has far more under his table than John Kerry - starting with his name - but he still comes out smelling like a rose to Democrats.
He is the presidential candidate for "progressives" - read optimistic dupes of multicultural ideology - and a favorite, admittedly, among Hamas.
Like so many, Barack Hussein Obama thinks that if he can imagine "change", it can become a reality. It is a Gnostic proclivity and one that ignores the realities of Original Sin and Catholic truth. I am certain who John Lennon would favor in the upcoming election.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Boris Johnson - Mayor of London
Andrew Cusack, Esq., introduces us to London's new mayor, the honorable Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson MP. Next stop, 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.?
Mark Steyn - The Agenda
Mark Steyn on The Agenda with Steve Paikin on Western Europe, birthrates, assimilation, the nullity of modern multiculturalist nations, and facing reality. Will his opponents debate with him on the set? Watch.
The three young Canadian Muslims who do, finally, debate Steyn clearly have no understanding of mimesis, or, if they do, they play off the fact that modern "progressives" do not. It is a debate of presuppositions and the demographics -- 3 (Muslims) to 1 (Mark Steyn) -- are about right these days.
The three young Canadian Muslims who do, finally, debate Steyn clearly have no understanding of mimesis, or, if they do, they play off the fact that modern "progressives" do not. It is a debate of presuppositions and the demographics -- 3 (Muslims) to 1 (Mark Steyn) -- are about right these days.
No More Wistfulness
Tom Piatak at Taki's Magazine makes a startling admission, I Confess: I Don’t Understand Why Some Atheists Are So Angry.
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