Thursday, March 26, 2009
"Don't you know children are starving in X?" [followed by] "They'd be happy to have those raisins / cream of wheat / lima beans and corn which were retrieved from civil war rations, " [Or whatever it was you were trying to stuff in the school garbage bins after lunch.] Nuns had eagle eyes then, and no compunctions re: laying a guilt trip on you.
1930s - China
1940s - Europe
1950s - Korea
1960s - Biafra
1970s - Cambodia
1980s - Ethiopia
1990s - Romania
2000s - Sudan / North Korea
Did I miss any?
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
But it's okay, because Mary is the other mommy. When I was tiny, and learning my prayers, which my mother heard every night, she told me that Mary was my other mommy who was in heaven. And that long after she [my mother] had died and left this earth, I would always still have Mary there for me as mom.
Fr, Blake today has some beautiful reflections on Mariology today. I think love for the Blessed Mother is best inculcated when young, well before school age. It is wonderful that God gave her to us as our mother too. We can all in truth say "I have the most wonderful mother in all the world."
I don't know if most parents still teach their children the Memorare and the Hail Holy Queen, but they were some of the first prayers I ever learned. The latter was part of the Leonine prayers said after Mass when I was little. I must say, that for a long time, though I knew that "Christ" referred to Jesus, as a toddler I associated that word with buttered toast. I always smiled when I came to that word, because I knew that nightly prayers were over, and my own mom would tuck me in.
(The above right photo is a little dog earred, because that's the one my dad always carried in his wallet.)
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
"The trip was marked by tussles over information and access, but it became known for a high-profile blunder in Geneva on March 6. There, Clinton met Sergei Lavrov, the dour Russian Foreign Minister, and cheerily presented him with a large red button in a yellow case, with the words “Reset” and “Peregruzka” written on it. “We worked hard to get the right Russian word. Do you think we got it?” Clinton asked. “You got it wrong,” said Lavrov. The error appalled some in the State Department, because the button – which was inscribed in Latin script, not Cyrillic – hadn’t been assembled with the help of State’s cadre of Russian speakers and professional translators, but rather by Clinton’s small political team. The day of the event, people involved said, Reines showed the finished product to officials who spoke Russian, but who weren’t native, or up-to-date enough to catch the error in a word out of computer terminology.
One of those was the senior director for Russia at the National Security Council, Michael McFaul, a well-known Russia scholar. Three people familiar with the incident said that, in its aftermath, Reines sought to place public blame on McFaul, a former Stanford professor. Pressed Monday on the button incident, Reines denied that he’d ever blamed McFaul, and sent over a joking statement taking responsibility for the gaffe. “Ultimotely [sic], this was my soul [sic] risponsibility [sic], nobody else's in or out of the building. While the Russians laughed off the error and accepted the gift in the spirit of cooperation that it was meant, I've been sic [sic] about the mistake since, especially that I let down the Secretary and the fine professionals at the State Department,” he e-mailed."
Don't you love the spelling in the last paragraph by a member of the Clinnochio team? Everyone goofs up once in a while, but this is so laden with mistakes it's frightening. I'm sure he's making a lot more money than people who have the job of saying "You want fries with that?" Whole article here.
Monday, March 23, 2009
"From NBC's Athena Jones and Mark Murray: The White House just announced that President Obama will deliver commencement addresses at Arizona State (on May 13), Notre Dame (May 17), and the U.S. Naval Academy (May 22). "
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Today the first reading was the one where the virtuous Susanna is just trying to get a private bathe in the water in her husband's orchard behind the gates, away from it all - and it turns out two judges have been watching her and waiting for when she's alone. They try and blackmail her: "lie with us" or we'll say we saw you getting it on with some strapling youth, and they'll condemn you to death. She doesn't bite, damned if she does, damned if she doesn't. But she doesn't submit to these creeps, and prays to the Lord for deliverance, Then she is condemned to death with no evidence, because the jury believes the witness of the creeps. All of a sudden, Daniel, apparently the one Jewish guy in the town with a brain, isn't buying it. He has the perps separated and questions them in turn (after insulting each) "Well, sparky, what KIND of tree were they doing it under?" Each comes up with a different answer -- the two judges are the ones that end up being executed. [I'm going to look up "mastic" and "holm" because I have NO idea what kind of trees those are.]
Well, now to the point. Some time ago a nun I know said it's always good to try and read scripture as if you are reading that particular passage for the 1st time. See if you can think of some angle you never thought of before.
It occurs to me:
1) Wouldn't it have been bad if the two judges had both randomly picked the same kind of tree?
(Which tells me that that orchard had to have a great variety of trees! IF I go to an orange grove, for instance, it wouldn't take the amazing Kreskin to guess "orange."]
2) Why does Daniel call the first guy a liar, even before he gives the answer, and doesn't wait until it's compared to the second guy's answer?
3) If he DID know he was a liar beforehand (otherwise he wouldn't have insulted him) how COULD he have known that Susanna really was telling the truth?
Susanna had dismissed her maids because she DID want to meet with Daniel for a tryst, and these two creeps hadn't seen him. Maybe she's had the last laugh all along.
JUST KIDDING.....really. I'm SURE she was virtuous, but these things do strike me as odd.
But what a raw deal women got then under the ancient Jews as compared to Christianity (and Islam, etc. for that matter.) In the last few years the Pakistanis had allowed a woman to be raped as a payback for something a member of her family did.
Contrast to the Gospel reading. The woman who was sleeping around was brought before Jesus, and the enemies of Jesus try to get Him to condemn her. Instead He points out that they all have sinned (when I was a youngster, our nun speculated to us that some say Jesus was writing their sins on the ground) -- they leave. Some take this to mean that He let her off -- well, He did the stoning, but He still told her to "sin no more."
Christianity cuts women a better deal in every way. [Except for odd outbursts from Paul, but let me not go there.] Jesus ALWAYS stuck up for the ladies. Especially even telling His own male disciples to take a hike whenever they whinned that He was wasting his time on women and or children.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Need to get a new suit already as the one I have is hanging on me. Dropped a trouser size and a bit. Still have a ways to go before sveltitudeness is achieved, but unless I get lazy should make great progress by end of summer if I keep it up.
The Place: The Sea of Galilee
Dramatis Personae: Jesus, John, the future Baptist, Mary, and Joseph in a cameo appearance
John: POLO, sheesh, are you DEAF?
Mary: Will you kids get out of the water? John, you're turning blue!
Jesus: Mahhhh-ahhhhhm!!! Do I have to, too? I don't even get waterlogged.
Mary: Yes, you're spooky. Dad wants to get the caravan packed, we're WAITING for you, young man.
Jesus: Yes, mother.
John: [sotto voce] You are *such* a goody-two-sandals.
Jesus: HEY, stop snapping your towel at my butt.
John: MAKE me.
Jesus: I *can* take you, if I felt like it.
John: You and what army?
Joseph: MOVE IT!!! You KNOW how backed up traffic got last year!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I always laugh at supposed European "sophistication." We're talking about Germans who are going ape over Obama fried Chicken Fingers, and French people who dote on Jerry Lewis as a genius. Not to mention 90% of the US media still hasn't gotten up off its kneepads.
This loser can't pull off hosting official guests from Ireland or the UK. Can't wait until he presents a Saudi with a a pork ribs dinner.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
"It became apparent during our discussion today that the President intends to move forward with this unreasonable plan," said Commander David K. Rehbein of The American Legion. "He says he is looking to generate $540-million by this method, but refused to hear arguments about the moral and government-avowed obligations that would be compromised by it."
The Commander, clearly angered as he emerged from the session said, "This reimbursement plan would be inconsistent with the mandate ' to care for him who shall have borne the battle' given that the United States government sent members of the armed forces into harm's way, and not private insurance companies. I say again that The American Legion does not and will not support any plan that seeks to bill a veteran for treatment of a service connected disability at the very agency that was created to treat the unique need of America's veterans!" "
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
This priceless comment
"professor357 (3/13/2009 7:55:32 AM)
My local gun store has a picture of the "Employee of the Month" posted prominently on the wall above the gun display case. You guessed it. For the past five months running, that picture has been Barack Hussein Obama, responsible for more sales of guns and ammo than anyone else."
was in the combox on a story in the Tulsa World which said that guns and ammo sales are still at a record high.
And this little video bears repeating.
And here I thought he was good for nothing.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
I've been disappointed in the silent Canon...we're supposed to "pray along" but "they" [rubrics Nazis] seem insistent on not caring if the lay people know _Exactly where_ the priest is. If you bag the correct seat or two, where you can see the priest's hand movements, etc., you can be "in the ballpark" but not necessarily right on.
The ONE part of the canon that WAS said out loud were these three weensie words. I mean, if you're going to say SOMETHING out loud during the canon, you'd think it would be something major like "Hoc est enim Corpus meum." [This is my Body.] Nah. But WHY, I wondered, get the congregants to stir by saying aloud "Nobis quoque peccatoribus...?" [...to us, sinners also ...]
I figured it was something arcane. And it was. But I didn't know quite how arcane. I looked it up in my copy of Jungmann's "Mass of the Roman Rite." Here's what it says:
"In the Roman Ordines of the seventh century the plan supposed that the subdeacons, who, at the start of the preface, had ranged themselves in a row opposite the celebrant of the other side of the free-standing altar, and who during the canon bowed profoundly, would straighten up at the Nobis quoque and go to their assigned places so they might be ready to assist in the fraction of the bread as soon as the canon was over. This rule, which naturally had no meaning except at the grand pontifical services, was retained even when, at the end of the eight century, it became customary to recite the canon in a low tone. So, to give the subdeacons the signal when the time came, the celebrant had to say these words tin an audible voice. [etc.]"
Then the practise of having the subdeacons help in this way fell by the wayside over the centuries.
Great. So now these few words are said out loud to allow the now non-existant subdeacons a chance to help do stuff they aren't going to do because they stopped doing in centuries ago...Brilliant. But ask a little favor like "speak up so we can follow along in the missal" can't be accomodated. Sheesh.
[On another note I notice a friend of Fr. Sean's have a hissy fit over on "Z"s blog [even Z wasn't too upset about it] over a female substituting "Domine, non sum digna" [the female form] over "Domine, non sum dignus." I think I'll start saying the "digna" bit too just to tick off Fr. Sean's friend, should he be dancing in attendence.]
Friday, March 6, 2009
When I was young, laws of abstinence regards "NO MEAT" on any Fridays of the year were still in force. In my case, I followed it even when under age 7 because mom made the meals, and I wasn't about to break open the piggy bank. Then when I was nine, IIRC, they changed the rule. But I HAD remembered that one was still obligated to "do something else" as an act of self-denial if one was not going to forego meat.
Well, gradually over the years I "forgot" about this stipulation that one "do something else."
I did remember being quite furious, when I was an older teen, to find out that the Mexicans (and I think other Spanish speaking peoples, depending where they were if memory serves) were never bound by this rule. I thought "Geez, there I was at age 8, I would have rather died than eat a hot dog offered by a protestant friend, and some rich grandee grifter politico in Me-hee-co was wining and dining all his friends with Carne Asada and cerveza and not thinking twice about it. FEH. Some poor guy in Appalachia feels bound, but not some rich guy down there. Double standard. Maybe this isn't such a big deal."
I've still always tried to do my best not eating meat on Friday in Lent...but I have to admit that being "out of practise" there always seems to be one Friday I goof and totally forget and blow a meal, and realize half-way through "Hey, dumb***, it's FRIDAY." Then not wanting to waste the food (that would be a sin "there-are-children-in-Biafra-starving") I guiltily choke the rest down, shamefaced that I blew it. So far, so good, but I'm not betting the farm.I'm beginning to think that perhaps I shouldn't eat meat ANY Friday of the year as an act of self-denial. *sigh* Then I wouldn't be "out of practise" and wouldn't get that nagging feeling "....and you didn't remember to do any other act of denial, either." I think I'll still hold open that possiblity of "doing something else" if a friend, for instance, suddenly invites me for dinner on a Friday night, and it's meat. But I have to admit, I've been plain lax the rest of the year outside of Lent.
Guilty. Guilty. GUILTY as all get out. And I'm really, really SORRY.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Dow hits 5000: People who didn't bother to vote who are starting to lose their jobs start shooting the finger at people with Obama stickers.
Dow hits 4500: Crissy Matthews of PMSNBC, having no stamina, has a major melt down, and is hauled off to the funny farm. Even liberals laugh, because face it - no one likes a panty waist.
Dow hits 4000: People start to throw bricks through car windows of people who still have Obama stickers on their cars
Dow hits 3500: Secret service starts resigning in droves, because no one wants to protect Nobama
Dow hits 3000: Keith Oberman gets up off his knee pads. Claims he never supported Obama. His own children spit on him.
Dow hits 2500: Michelle Obama runs off with Jerimiah Wright to Bimini.
Dow hits 2000: White House chef starts getting careless with rat poison, like Prince Youssoupov and his friends, he has trouble with the tea cakes taking effect. Obama gives Rasputin a run for his money
Dow hits 1500: 6% of Black people finally start to diss "The One" up from 5% who saw through the guy from the get-go.
Dow hits 1000: "The One" commits hari-kari
Dow jumps to 14,000 the next day.
Rest of public rounds up remaining Obama supporters and casts them into the freakin' Antarctic
Dow jumps to 20,000
Update: He opened his yap again when the market opened. If you listen closely, you can hear Four Jews in a Room Bitching ♫. (Yes, Stephen, if you're reading that last little bit is especially for you! :-D)