Saturday, June 23, 2007

Gen X,Y,Z

Younger people love to criticize the Boomer generation...the Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury crowd that grew up, got rich and dressed their kids in designer clothes, bought them Jettas, paid for their educations, while often continuing to "keep" them while they remain at home, well into adulthood.

Here is a scene reminiscent of Woodstock that took place this weekend in the U.K. - go here for the story and pictures. ;-}

Friday, June 22, 2007

St. Thomas Moore

At the canonization of St.s Thomas Moore and John Fisher, Pius the XI had this to say regarding Moore:

"When he saw the doctrines of the Church were gravely endangered, he knew how to despise resolutely the flattery of human respect, how to resist, in accordance with his duty, the supreme head of the State when there was question of things commanded by God and the Church...It was for these motives that he was imprisoned, nor could the tears of his wife and children make him swerve from the path of truth and virtue. In that terrible hour of trial, he raised his eyes to heaven, and proved himself a bright example of Christian fortitude."
Ah! Christian fortitude in contempt of human respect...what a rare quality these days.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Principles of lust...

Mistaking lust for love.

The principles of lust
are easy to understand
do what you feel
feel until the end
the principles of lust
are burned in your mind
do what you want
do it until you find
- Enigma
These lyrics pretty much say it all as far as promiscuous behavior goes, whether one is straight or gay. Often, the underlying desire is to find love, to be loved. The reason acting upon lust is gravely sinful for anyone, is that sexual acts, separate from the procreative act are disordered, in so far as they endanger the preservation and propagation of the human race. (The same reason, BTW, contraception is evil.) Nevertheless, this is clearly revealed in the homosexual, as well as amongst heterosexuals who engage in disordered sexual practices.)
Today many people indulge their lust by the use of pornography, which is also a sin. The reason impure thoughts and sensual delight in pornography is disordered, is because these indulgences tend to unrestrained passion, leading to promiscuous behavior. It is often said by people with SSA that sexual expressions such as auto-eroticism, viewing or reading pornography, which is a form of voyeurism, is okay because it doesn't involve another person. That is untrue. Lust, of itself, when consented to, is a grave sin.
"The lamp of the body is the eye. If your eye is sound, your whole body will be filled with light; but if your eye is bad, your whole body will be in darkness. And if the light in you is darkness, how great will the darkness be." - Matthew 6

This is just a follow up to the Fudge Packers post.
Art: "Love and Lust" - artist unknown.

That's all.

What's a Pooka?

I don't know, but someone by the name of Harvey is leaving comments all over the blogosphere!

Thursday Poetry Corner

(Editor's note: Often, many of the more sophisticated and literary blogs, often referred to as highbrow blogs post beautiful poetry, and I want to try and emulate their good taste with my new series, Thursday Poetry Corner - I hope you enjoy.)

The Jewess

She was working in a bridal shop in Flushing, Queens,
'Til her boyfriend kicked her out in one of those crushing scenes.
What was she to do? Where was she to go? She was out on her fanny...
So over the bridge from Flushing to the Sheffield's door.
She was there to sell make-up, but the father saw more.
She had style! She had flair! She was there.
That's how she became the Nanny!

Who would have guessed that the girl we've described,
Was just exactly what the doctor prescribed?
Now the father finds her beguiling (watch out C.C.!).
And the kids are actually smiling (such joie de vivre!).
She's the lady in red when everybody else is wearing tan...
The flashy girl from Flushing, the Nanny named Fran!
I'm verklempft!


I saw a story - guess where - about a visionary being gagged by the Church. I imagined she had been physically gagged. How many wish the seers at Medjugorje could be gagged? ROFL! (Go here for the story - not much to it though.)

Sacred Heart Cathedral

After wreck-o-vation. Visit Abbey-Roads2 for the story. (I only posted the photo here to get a web address - I usually do this on Rome-ing Catholics, my old blog which has become my photo file.)

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Fudge packers.

Par for the coarse.

Since I'm seriously pondering giving up blogging, I've decided to vent a little about subjects that frequently come up in the blogosphere. Since it is Gay Pride month, and if my memory serves me, the Pride parade should take place in the Twin Cities this weekend or next. (It often coincides with the Stonewall revolt, back in NYC in the late 60's I think. Strange declaration of independence day for gays; it pretty much started off with a few drag queen hookers being arrested and hauled off to jail. Gays, defending their rights to assemble in their own taverns, rioted against police harrassment.)

Anyway, I digress. There's been a little bit of a war going on with the Caveman and a couple of gay Catholic bloggers. The one blog, CourageMan is a faithful Catholic blog, written by a member of Courage. The Caveman uses coarse terms to describe homosexual sex, which even people with SSA, who are manfully changing their lives in conformity with Catholic teaching, find objectionable. Yet sometimes coarse terms need to be used, like it or not, to describe sexual practices which are an abomination to God, and a mockery of the procreative act and love between a married man and woman.

A conversion story...which describes gay sex.

A man I once worked with, who happened to be gay, told me what prompted his conversion and return to the Catholic Church. He explained that he had a change of heart while he was engaged in public sex at a gay beach along the Mississippi river. He was performing an act of sodomy, that is, anal intercourse. He was using a condom, and when he withdrew, he/it was covered in fecal matter. He told me he was immediately disgusted by the sight and suddenly felt he understood then and there that the act was an abomination to God. He said he understood that it mocked the marital act. It was an act that was hostile to God and man, prompted by lust and self-gratification, while the action itself was a sort of subjugation of his partner, symbolic of domination, humiliating the partner's manhood.

Disgusting isn't it? (And gay people have the audacity to call this making love.) Sorry I am being so graphic, but sometimes we need to be aware of what things really are. Gay sex is not simply an innocent kiss on Will and Grace. Of course, heterosexuals commit sodomy as well, and it is just as much an abomination. Nevertheless, it is important to make clear the nature of sin, in the same way we have to show people what an aborted fetus looks like, dismantled, scattered on an operating table before being thrown into the garbage.

False teachers.

The reason I'm writing this is because I've read comments on other blogs by a few militant gay people, claiming to be Catholic. The comments are not limited to those blogs that come off as offensive to gay sensibilities ether. One commenter on Salve Regina, Michael Bayly, a local gay activist has his own blog, The Wild Reed; a "Catholic" blog mind you, in support of the gay agenda. Reading some of his posts, I realized why faithful Catholic blogs can be so downright hostile and coarse in writing about so-called gay Catholics who eschew Catholic teaching.

The above photo is the kind of bull-shit Bayly has on his blog. A gay image of the torso of Christ. Why is it gay? Semi-erect penis - you tell me. The torso stands in arrogant contrast to Christian art, even the neo-classical Renaissance, and ancient Greek sculpture, which glorified the male body. In classical art, male genitals are never shown to be engorged save in erotic art, from the likes of ancient Pompei or in the earlier fertility cult art of ancient civilizations. This type of imagery is the property of gay artists, or the erotic artists from what I refer to as the arte bleu period extending back to the 17th century up until our day. Late 20th century gay erotica has become less outsider art and a bit more mainstream. (Straight people rarely purchase it.) Nevertheless, the focus of the piece shown above is not Christ, but a neo-pagan idolatry of the male physique and phallus.
Just being honest.

As I stated on my other blog, Abbey Roads2, the sin of the Gentiles, in this case militant gays, is they lack charity. Therefore, even though we find the sin of Sodom to be aborrent, we need to "love our enemies, and pray for those who persecute us." - Matthew 5. For they make themselves our enemies by promoting as normative, a sin that cries out to heaven for vengeance; and they persecute us by rebelling against the Church and her teachings, and those who oppose their lifestyle.
Though I do not like using coarse terms to describe what gay sex is, sometimes it is necessary for those so deluded as to think their non-productive sex acts are expressions of love. When the Caveman or others use such terms, I believe no one is violating the the rule, "hate the sin, love the sinner" - although others will object to the terms that some choose to use, the terms themselves merely express contempt for the sin. This does not mean however, that we are unconcerned for the salvation of the sinner, which is what charity is all about.
(To read Mr. Bayly's anti-Catholic stance upon homosexual issues, read his post concerning the Church approved group Courage, entitled "The real meaning of Courage".)

That's all.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Blogs I don't like...

" Are those pussy willows?" - Line from "Serial Mom"

In an email to a friend, I referred to blogs I don't like as "pussy blogs" inspired by the character, Dottie Henkle from the movie "Serial Mom" - she is the woman Kathleen Turner's title character tormented. Today I suddenly remembered the term, "Puseyism" - of course I would know that - which happens to be another name for "Tractarianism", and I realized my reference wasn't all that crazy. (I do not mean this to reflect unfavorably upon the venerable Oxford Movement in the Anglican Church, which deserved high praise; after all, it led Cardinal Newman to communion with the Roman Church.) Here is the definition of Tractarianism:
"The religious opinions and principles of the founders of the Oxford movement, put forth in a series of 90 pamphlets entitled Tracts for the Times, published at Oxford, England (1833–1841)."
Of course my meaning is not remotely the same, but it's nice to know the term has been used before - even though it's the surname of a man and is spelled differently. Henceforth I will spell it as Pusey (American pronunciation).
Pusey blogs /'pus-e/ n (2007) [derived from, Edward Bouverie Pusey] (Not to be confused with legitimate Puseyism) Weblogs that are officious, elitist, smug, arrogant, derivative, pompous, gossip based, querulous, omniscient, derisive, and so on.

Commandments for motorists...

Is this a joke from Steve Carell's new movie, 'Evan Almighty'? Nope, it's a Vatican thing; 10 Commandments for motorists. One of them:
"The document's Fifth Commandment reads: "Cars shall not be for you an expression of power and domination, and an occasion of sin"." 10 Commandments for good motorists.
How's that going to go over with all the Lexus, Volvo, luxury car owners - and you big old SUV gas guzzlers, you?
Seriously, did you ever consider that your driving may be sinful, or at least an imperfection? Speeding down a side street - sin. Giving someone the finger while driving - sin. Rolling through stop signs - probably an imperfection. Driving drunk into a 7-11 Store (an Archbishop did that once) - big sin. Parking in the handicap zone without a permit - most likely a sin. Talking on your cell phone while driving - that's like a mortal sin. Combing your hair, putting on make-up, - sin. Tailgating - sin. Running red lights - sin. Eating and talking with your mouth full - driving or not - it's disgusting.
Gosh! That Vatican, now they are telling us how to drive.

Monday, June 18, 2007

My name is Beowulf Potter!

Well it feels like my name should be Potter. It seems my garden is a Beatrix Potter wonderland this year. I was in the garden today, praying my rosary, when three little chipmunks - I know, they are gophers, nearly ran across my feet. Shortly after a rabbit headed across the lawn into the hosta bed, soon followed by her baby rabbit. This morning I just witnessed a robin's brood of fledglings abandon their nest in the crab apple (3 in all), and I have never had so many house finch nests in the hedges before this year. I haven't seen my mice yet, nor the mole, but I'm sure they are here. I also have mourning doves and several pairs of cardinals. I can't forget the sparrows and goldfinch, nor Mr. Squirrel, and the night time visits of the raccoon family. It's very cool.

The cats like the critters too - Agnes chases them, and Xena just likes to watch.

I feel like Mr. Rogers!

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Another thing I don't miss...

Sick days.

Now that I am no longer working, one thing I don't miss about my old job is the requirement to give updates on my health - or calling in sick. When you are a bit older, with not so good health, missing work and calling in to say so is one of the most humiliating things you have to do. Of course, you gotta tell them why you're not at work, which goes to show you illness in itself is just plain humiliating.

Nevertheless, I no longer write about my health problems, no need to, and it is nicer not to bore people with them. Although I want to write about a recent development - or the evolution of it. I have "vascular" problems - it's a kidney, lung, heart thing - I mean everything is related.

Without naming the problem, I can't remember what it is called anyway, it has to do with headaches in the temporal region, the veins swell in the temples and it is beginning to affect my eyesight. One of the Lectors at last evening's Mass, who happens to be blind, did the first reading - which caused me to imagine what it would be like if I were blind. Blind people always amaze me - and I have always felt genuine compassion for them - yet more so admiration for all they accomplish and achieve.
Tourettes blogger syndrome.
Not long ago, a commentator told me I didn't have to write everything I think - dah! no kidding! But that is what makes a blog. Anyway - now don't be offended by what I am going to say - because it makes me look more of a jerk than anything else. I have always secretly told myself things like, "They are blind, so they can't see how they look. They don't know how those clothes look, or how their hair is, etc.." (I know! That is mean!)
Yes, I am vain and superficial - so now you know. Nevertheless, it hit me, almost panicking me - as much as I was freaked in my early 20's - when I worried that if I lived a celibate life my - you know what - would shrivel up and fall off. Anyway, I thought, what if I'm blind and I go out in public, not knowing what I'm wearing, or everything is ill fitting or mis-matched, and my hair is standing straight up, or my sunglasses are smudged and crooked? I mean, what if I look really stupid but I don't know it? What if dried mucous is hanging from my nostril while I'm talking to someone?
You're not wearing that, are you!

And then I realized how truly vain and superficial I am still. I saw how all my self-esteem is bound up with appearance - I'm just an empty, vacuous, male bimbo. All my life I've been like this. One of my earliest memories is tormenting my brother and sister by asking if my face was dirty. Once I was eating a fudgesicle and with each bite I asked my sister if I had chocolate on my face. I couldn't understand her screaming at me to shut up about it. In the monastery I asked my friend David if the habit made me look as if I had a pot belly. (I was anorexic!) So you see, even in religious life I didn't like the clothes. I remember telling a woman who wanted to enter the Sisters of Life not to do so because their habits are so ugly. (I can't help it.)

Several years ago, working hard on this problem, I decided, in a spirit of poverty and to mortify this tendency, I would no longer buy Polo. Thus I bought a couple of pairs of Dockers or something. I couldn't wear them until I finally forced myself to put them on when I painted or worked in the yard. I've pretty much gotten over all of that now - kind of. I now buy jeans at Target, whereas before I'd only buy Calvin Klein, Polo, Gap, Girbaud, Guess, or Abercrombie and Fitch. I finally go to a regular barber to have my haircut rather than an expensive salon. I'm getting more practical as I get older.

Although, last night, and more so this morning, I realized, evidently I am not over this vanity crap. My big concern over the prospect of losing my eyesight seems to be I won't know what I look like. I'm really ashamed of myself.

However, as I'm writing this, I realize the bigger problem will be the inability to watch TV. Sheesh! What was I thinking?