The Inner Struggle

An injurious manner of speaking cannot be approved …

The Beatitudes

Contemplating one’s sins. The problem with developing a conscience is that is is really uncomfortable and one can rarely do much about those times in the past when one swallowed one’s leg up to the hip, except to be ashamed and sorry.

In our outrage at a perceived evil do we indulge ourselves in an “injurious manner of speaking”? When we write about apparent errors and evils perceived in the secular world around us do we do so with charity and compassion or with the very malice and contempt the use of which we are castigating in others’ propaganda efforts, the secular sales pitch which tempts and converts so many?

Crusaders Charge 2015-10-01-niles-aIn essence, what I ask here is “Do I (and others whose work I read) retaliate in kind for perceived injustice, do we match “atrocity with atrocity” in a small verbal war of attrition fought in our own minds and transmitted through our writing?

Am I using a “Donald Trump” style of communication or a “Jesus Christ” style of communication?

orcsWhen I match them, the “others”, stone for stone and stick for stick, am I loving my enemy as Christ commanded or am I returning hate for hate because of my own wounded pride?

Whatever my “good intentions”, am I on the side of the Angels or the side of the Orcs? Sins of pride piled upon sins of malice piled upon sins of hate, sins, sins, and more sins to the last syllable of time, Screwtape, and the father of lies must be laughing all the way home.

Gandalf StudyI am reviewing all my posts, doing fact checking (again), and looking for inappropriate content and style. Looking back, checking the back trail, in retrospect it’s kind of like looking at a large mirror of one’s thoughts, undeniably one’s own sins and biases and food for reconsideration of one’s approach now removed from the heat of the moment. In a post a couple of years ago I quoted a small book called “Liberalism is sin”.

In the uproar after it came out in Spain in the 1800’s, the work was denounced even within the church because it offended some bishops. Eventually, the conflict made it to Rome where the ruling came down in favour of the original work and the detractors were required to withdraw their efforts to suppress the little book.

In part the Sacred  Congregation wrote:  “The same judgment, however, cannot be passed on the other work, that by D. de Pazos, for in matter it needs corrections. Moreover, his injurious manner of speaking cannot be approved, for he inveighs rather against the person of D. Sarda than against the latter’s supposed errors.

Therefore, the Sacred Congregation has commanded D. de Pazos, admonished by his own Bishop, to withdraw his book, as far as he can, from circulation, and in the future, if any discussion of the subject should arise, to abstain from all expressions personally injurious, according to the precept of true Christian charity; and this all the more since Our Holy Father, Leo XIII, whereas he urgently recommends castigation of error, neither desires nor approves expressions personally injurious, especially when directed against those who are eminent for their doctrine and their piety.

So I guess the take away is simply that “the ends never justify the means”. That using the same styles and tools as one’s opponents to berate and castigate ones opponents instead of dealing only with the facts in question is simply never acceptable. My grandfather used to say, “if you  can’t say something good about someone then say nothing at all.”

Looked at in this way the problem of how to write about these atrocities, dressed up as they are in a secular cloak of desirability, is rather magnified. The bar of quality and justice is significantly raised when considering writing a charitable blog about evil things in the mainstream culture.

Cheers

knight_templar_battle_wearyAlways remember, “be charitable in your judgements, never take yourself too seriously” and of course “Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.”

Sometimes when I post, I look at my sig and wish that I’d follow my own damned advice. And who says he is an idiot? Maybe he’s right and I am the idiot, maybe not, but can I leap to judgement using the same clubs the “idiot” uses?

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Pen as Sword - Social Commentary

Donkeys and Sheepdogs … part 2 …

Evil exists. there are lots of places where good is absent. You better believe it. There are lots of evil men in this world and they are capable of horribly evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you join the sheep team. There is no safety in denial. No refuge in refusing to see, and no insult or belittling about this. It is simply choosing to live in reality, or denying reality.  Most of the people in our society are sheep.  As I said previously, they are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident. There is no mortal malice in them.

Our society is like “… the pretty, blue robin’s egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell“. LTC (RET) Dave Grossman,  author of “On Killing.”   If you find you can handle that book then check out “On Combat”  and “The Bulletproof Mind“.  Soldiers, sailors, Police officers, Firemen, Para-medics and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful, a civilization that they protect from the enemy, the wolves.

So, for example, we have a flash-back from over 40 years ago when I routinely spent over 300 days a year at sea because the guv’mint saw us as a problem and ran us permanently at less than half strength while still demanding that we “do everything, with nothing, forever”:

The Naval Prayer

O Eternal Lord God,
who alone rulest the raging of the sea;
who has compassed the waters with bounds
until day and night come to an end;
be pleased to receive into Thy almighty and most gracious protection
the persons of us Thy servants,
and the Fleet in which we serve.

Preserve us from the dangers of the sea,
and from the violence of the enemy;
that we may be a safeguard unto our most gracious Sovereign Lady,
Queen Elizabeth,
and her Dominions,
and a security for such as pass upon the seas upon their lawful occasions;
that the inhabitants of our Commonwealth may in peace and quietness
serve Thee our God;
and that we may return in safety
to enjoy the blessings of the land,
with the fruits of our labours,
and with a thankful remembrance of Thy mercies
to praise and glorify Thy Holy Name;
Amen.

First published in 1662 in the Book of Common Prayer,
The Naval Prayer has remained mostly unchanged since then,
with the exception of a change to the name of the monarch

That comes under the heading of “Tradition”. To stand between the pretty blue egg and the enemy. To be a safeguard and a security. To serve the Master, the True Shepherd.

And the enemies of that pretty blue egg are all around, in the form of the usual legion of killers and terrorists, and criminals, and so on. But there are other enemies, “stealth” enemies, in the deadly 5th column of gov’mint officials, and teachers, and administrators, and unionists, and economists, and central bankers, and politicians, and bureaucrats, and the state sponsored media,  who want to keep the sheep under control and stupid so that  they can turn them into lamb-chops – metaphorically of course – after all, where do taxes come from?

It was a sad day, and also a most important day in my military service when I realized that the most dangerous enemy we faced was back home in the Capital and the Administration. A realization that the chestless ones, our leaders and intellectuals and academics and media wankers thought of us,  the security, the guys and gals in uniform,  as “the enemy”. Because they chose the “self interest” side of the coin (see previous post) and they had subverted the polity. That they had mutinied against the Master and now served only themselves.

So how did teachers make the list above? Let me be clear, there are indeed many teachers who have done and continue do exemplary service to and for the people they teach. I am NOT talking about those teachers.

I included teachers in the list above because the good teachers have been eclipsed by the “Teachers” who  collude in this process of subversion as the first line of indoctrination, because their “careers” depend on it and they are highly rewarded for “buying into the meme”. They are the primary interface between young folks and the gov’mint. They “teach” young people to become sheep, or at least weed out the non-sheep as “trouble-makers”.

We give our children to these minions, and most of them have never done anything in their lives except go to school, first as students and then as teachers. They have drunk deeply of the chestless cool-aid.  These very well paid know-nothings are given our children to mold as their masters see fit. To instruct the young, not in the higher things of life like values and ethics and morals, but rather to turn them into good little compliant lamb-chops who won’t ask questions and will more or less do as they are told by their enlightened betters.  BAAAA!

Then there are the legions of administrators who have the power to punish the sheep if they fail to “get in line”. And then you have the central bankers and gov’mint ministers who have the power (for example) to create fiat money at will with printing presses and thereby deplete and dilute the savings and destroy the security of the sheep at will, and many other shady evils which it would take several posts to go into so I will leave that for another day.

On the bright side, there are the donkeys. … luv those donkeys …

To be continued …

Cheers

Joe

CSRDisclaimer for nitpickers: We take pride in being incomplete, incorrect, inconsistent, and unfair. We do all of them deliberately

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The Inner Struggle

Day by day …

Started yesterday shoveling madly at 7:00 AM to make sure the walks and such were clear for customers and deliveries. Here we are 24 hours later and everything is melting and every where I shoveled is clear and dry. Great.

Today things were warm enough to melt in places and the weather geeks are calling for rain tonight before everything freezes up again and makes morning driving treacherous. Japanese Chill Out on the speakers, sipping Port and contemplating the difficulties for modern man  in the FIAT of the Blessed Virgin.

Over on David Warren’s blog we find the following tonight:

I am struck by the contemporary response to the ancient Christian doctrine of the Immaculate Conception, as of the Incarnation and the Virgin Birth. We just can’t believe anyone was so “pure.” Which is a paradox: for in the same moment we think this we have undermined our notion that there is no such thing as purity. We have revealed that we know exactly what we are denying. This is the paradox of atheism. I’ve never met an atheist who did not know exactly which God did not exist, little as he knew Him.

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Quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est:  “For He that is mighty hath done great things to me: and holy is His name.”

This is the mystery of the fiat of Heaven, the decree that we are strangely free to honour or ignore. In our sinfulness, we usually ignore it. But she who was without sin honoured it without hesitation, becoming in that moment the Mother of God. At the moment of His earthly conception, she, as his mother, set for the world His first example, of joyful obedience to the Father’s will.

We sinners find this hard to understand. We moderns are afraid to render the fiat as Mary did; are alarmed even to hear it, because God’s plan for our own future may not be congruent with our own plans. And it is true that we have the right to choose: the way of life or the way of death. And have been given some time to think about it.”

And, as he so often does, David has absolutely nailed my stumbling block to the wall in perfect clarity.

As Augustan prayed “But I, miserable young man, supremely miserable even in the very outset of my youth, had entreated chastity of You, and said, Grant me chastity and continency, but not yet. For I was afraid lest You should hear me soon, and soon deliver me from the disease of concupiscence, which I desired to have satisfied rather than extinguished.”
Confessions, XIII, Chapter 7, 17

I find myself vaguely reluctant, a shadowy background of reluctance, seen out of the corner of my spiritual eye. Reluctant in my prayers offering myself and all that I am and ever will be wholly to God’s plan for me lest it turn out to be not what I expected or wanted. I remarked on “Confessions in another post alluding to this discomfort.

I know with certainty that as much as I am reluctant so am I failing to live God’s will for me and yet I know absolutely that He holds everything in his hand and I am nothing without his thought. So much for logical embracing of reality … my mirror is warped. I see the knot and cannot touch it with the tools at hand. What now?

To think on the fact that God created all and is all good and deserving of all our love.  How could a being such as this have anything but my best interests in mind in His plan for me? So  it has to be as Augustine proclaimed: “…concupiscence, which I desired to have satisfied rather than extinguished.”.

I am, obviously, quite attached to my favourite sins, my favourite trains of thought, my favourite judgements and opinions, my pride, my ego, my surety that I see things aright … hmmm. Charity for all and malice towards none, a high setting of the bar. Do I REALLY want to give up being judgmental when it is so much fun and makes me feel so superior?

Time for another glass of Port.

Cheers

Joe

Das_Jüngste_Gericht_(Memling)“May God grant you always…
A sunbeam to warm you, a moonbeam to charm you,
a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you.
Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you.
And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you.”

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