~ ALRIGHTY, PRE-DEAD minions, I’m going to science now. Hold tight.
Looking at a partial or even total eclipse can burn your retina badly, leading to scarring or even blindness. Less light during the different phases leads to your pupils dilating, so it’s actually worse than looking at the full sun any other time.
~ SO WHO DOESN’T LIKE the idea of being the big boss? It’s even a kid’s game, as you try to scramble and push to the top of a pile of dirt or snow or whatever: “I’m the king of the castle! / And you’re the dirty rascal!” No doubt Apple has an app for this now, so no kids or risky outdoors activity need be involved.
Actual power– at work, in a family, in business or politics– is a much more difficult balance. Canada– and America under Obama– war us of what power is like when misused by narcissistic bullies, as power OVER, versus duty and responsibility TOWARDS.
Recently, a Canadian reporter broke the news that Justin Trudeau had decided to cut short a proper court case, and issue an apology and $10.5 million payout to admitted murderer and terrorist Omar Khadr, of the Khadr Terror Family or terrorists and murderers for Islam. The news broke on July 3rd (you’re welcome, America!), and since then the uproar has hardly down-roared.
Survey says… 91% of Tory voters, and even 2/3 or Liberal and NDP voters oppose what Trudeau has done. That’s pretty astonishing, given the ideological differences amongst many Canadians.
The current Ottawa regime has been in full red alert damage control mode since then, but none of the manure they are throwing seems to be sticking to the wall, or calming the country.
This Khadr issue is a symptom. No matter if you think Trudeau did the right thing, the larger and nagging question about Canada’s White Obama is getting pretty clear: Shiny Pony Trudeau is not a lover of due process, of moderation, or of duty, responsibility, and deliberation. He’s more of an.. autocrat. The Rule Of One: King Selfie I.
Sadly, studies warn that positions of power attract the sociopaths, the narcissists, the autocrats and users & abusers, whose concerns about absolute power are not that it corrupts absolutely, but that it is rather nice. In America, just-past President Chocolate Jesus and now in Canada Prince Selfie I both seem to be world-class needy & deeply broken people presenting themselves as charming Glorious Leaders who deserve absolute utter unquestioning adoration and obedience.
Such absolute corruption is no solution for politics, but is an abiding problem, and a failing of the power of the vote, when the times, they are foolish and fad-following and OMIGAWD THAT HAIR.
Actual Power Serves
Being unaccountable– downwards, or upwards– is the very shape of dictatorial rule, and taking the place of God. “What I and people who agree with & advise me” taken as the law of the land or the eternal Law Of Heaven is usurpation on both accounts. “Believe it simply on my say-so”? Solid as quicksand.
I have had minor power in the past, and still exercise it as a husband and father and person in the community, and it’s properly not a club to threaten with or abuse, but a crown of humbling thorns, a calling to do the right thing in the changes and chances of this fleeting life, an opportunity and calling to redeem the time, and leave people and the world better than you found it. It’s not all about “Me”.
May God save us from ourselves, from ungodly demigods and autocrats and power-lovers. May he teach all in power to be servants first. +
~ OH DEAR.. A ‘Back In My Day’ post from a 1/2 centarian.
Ah, the olden days! Our songs, our dreams and goals, our minds were pondering life & jobs, but usually with dating, fabulously-haired boyfriend-girlfriend, and marriage as the goal. How different from the West in 2017.
The sexual revolution, broken homes, & feminism & biased divorce law & constant texting– all have made it clear to many younger men that hook-ups are barely worth it; relationships very risky, and marriage a non-starter. Many of these kids come from what we used to call broken homes, now.. uh ‘blended families’ or some such euphemistic lie.
Of my younger son and his immediate circle of 10 friends (18-24), only 1 has a current (short term) girlfriend. Others haven’t even been dating for AGES.. all their female friends or co-workers are just that, minus a hook-up here and there. Not with a bang or a whimper– just a “Meh?”
And their wider generation is very much the same… don’t dismiss this, for the family/ marriage/ kids Titanic is long past the iceberg moment.And babies? You’ll have to import people to have them…. you know, like the Khadrs. Or the welfare-people born in another land.
For a post-feminist Christian take on all this, try Dalrock.
IT STILL SITS as the second highest grossing movie ever: James Cameron’s 1997 Titanic, by James Cameron. $2,186,772,302.00 and change. Not a great flick, but a good one. Personally, I’m just as impressed by the fact of James Cameron’s one-man submarine trip down 7 miles to the bottom of the Marianas Trench…
Our world is the Titanic: and what you think is going on in life or the life of the world depends very much on what part of the voyage you focus on. I explain.
For some, we’re on a journey in a mighty vessel to the new world, just over the horizon. Full speed ahead! What could possibly go wrong? Look.. all the best people are here, and agree with us! Moar caviar!
Not long after, the speeding unsinkable shears off countless cold-brittle rivets on an iceberg. The designers had not imagined such a thing, nor prepared for it. As the bow settles, water will keep moving backwards over the watertight bulkheads, until.. doom.
Me, I’m a “life is bow-settling” guy. Death– the water– is creeping up surely and unavoidably. Order is breaking down, people are scrambling for lifeboats, and while some are going full-panic or full-denial, others are trying to abide by their duty, and to help as much as possible, as the Great Ship Utopia begins to founder in earnest into the icy North Atlantic.
Utopia, Right Ahead!
For many modern day Utopians– this-worldly salvation true-believers– it is in human reach and wisdom to make heaven on earth. Human beings are basically good, and just need enough browbeating, herd-mentality, and extra rules, and we will make a perfect world out of our super-duper selves.
Bizarrely, the very hubris of the modernist movement that built the Titanic and infected politics, and has also infected the Catholic Church. The clueless notion that the 1960s Church would “Listen to the World”, that we needed no redemption just a little buffing, and all would progress together in a la-la-land journey of common purpose and happy thoughts.. the Denial-As-Faith it took place in an actual sinking-Titanic world.
Consider– at the same time as sin and sacrifice and salvation were being thrown overboard, and a mind-boggling naiveté about human goodness and perfectibility was put on the altar, let us remember that the 20th century was the century of blood; of genocides; of industrial slaughter, of two catastrophic world wars with hundreds of millions dead, injured, made refugee.. plus, with technology abroad to have a third and very final War.
Even as the faux-clever theologians and happy-thinking bishops were trying to remake the faith into something unChristian and unrecognizable, the ovens of Auschwitz were not 20 years cold; Soviet Gulags and Chinese death-camps were brimming over; that World War Three had nearly begun a couple years before over Cuba; that despite the rush of technology and Western prosperity, that fallen human nature had not actually changed, and that we needed the Cross of Christ and His risen life more than ever.
Even the ancient pagans knew better: “Those whom the gods would destroy” they warned “they first drive mad.” Denial is a sweet addiction: but reality is always best.
Living In Dreams
As if it were 1905, and a perfect world was just ahead, out went the old religion, the Latin, the rosaries, the relics, the art and architecture: come now the felt banners and camping songs, the puppets & clowns, the moralistic therapeutic deist sermons (with a dash of revolution), of a new and sinless humanity feeling its oats in experiment and innovation and… “Iceberg, right ahead!!”
Mortality? Still with us. Human failing, cruelty, blindness, and evil? Check. Our limitations, blindness, and failed good intentions? Yup. Hurting one another, deliberately and just because? Pretty much. Violence, false belief, unspeakable deeds, a foolish naivete? Mass murder? Warfare? Always & everywhere.
Only, for all these abiding and tragic realities of our bent human nature, progressive religion has no answers, having treated as flotsam and jetsam the faith of our fathers, the wisdom of 20 Christians centuries and 15 Hebrew centuries before that; the riches of Roman Law and Greek philosophy and theatre; and all the good things of Western Civilization. Yard sale.. we have shiny new plastic things!
So the next time some smirking collar tells you all is well, celebrate yourself, God is (only) love, and love is probably God, hug a warm puppy and be happy– realize he’s trying to sell you a berth on the sinking Titanic, has no answers, no salvation to pass on to you, and is not in touch with the Real, or Jesus, or God– nor the reality of life and death and sin.
There’s more wisdom and human feeling and recognition of sin in the following Scouting campfire song than in a modernist post-Christian hymn or sermon.
The Titanic (Husbands And Wives) Camp Song
Oh they built the ship Titanic
To sail the ocean blue
And they thought they had a ship
That the water would never go through;
But the Lord’s Almighty hand
Said that ship would never land,
It was sad when that great ship went down.
Chorus: It was sad. It was sad. It was sad when the great ship went down. (to the bottom of the…) Husbands and wives, Little children lost their lives It was sad when the great ship went down.)
They were off from England
And not very far from shore
When the rich refused
To associate with the poor
So they sent them down below
Where they’d be the first to go
It was sad when that great ship went down.
The boat was about to sink,
And the sides about to burst,
When the captain shouted, “All
Women and children first!”
Oh, the captain tried to wire,
But the wires was on fire,
It was sad when the great ship went down.
Oh, they swung the lifeboats out
O’er the deep and ragin’ sea,
When the band struck up with,
“Nearer My God to Thee.”
Little children wept and cried,
As the waves swept o’er the side,
It was sad when the great ship went down.
~ AS THE RAIN pours showers of blessings on the Eastern part of this Royal Dominion, I cannot but give thanks for this land– though the last 50 years have been sub-optimal under the progressitopian Trudeau Cult.
Above all, in The Year Of Our Lord 2017, Christians in Canada need to pray for our country, for we have wandered into deep and deadly waters of life and death, sin and evil, and our elected officials and robed rulers wish to command that sweet is bitter and bitter is sweet.
This was founded as and is still a Christian land, founded on truth, faith, virtue, and Christian principles– we have no legal fiction of the separation of church and state, as if citizens could somehow divide themselves inwardly to ultimately serve God and Caesar both. Our due earthly obedience has proper limits, which we forget at our eternal peril.
Here we have no abiding city.. but the lines have fallen unto us in pleasant places; indeed, we have a beautiful inheritance (Ps. 16). Thank you, O Lord.
O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love thou dost in us command.
We see thee rising fair, dear land,
The True North, strong and free;
And stand on guard, O Canada,
We stand on guard for thee.
O Canada! O Canada!
O Canada! We stand on guard for thee.
O Canada! We stand on guard for thee.
O Canada! Where pines and maples grow,
Great prairies spread and lordly rivers flow,
How dear to us thy broad domain,
From East to Western Sea;
Thou land of hope for all who toil!
Thou True North, strong and free!
O Canada! Beneath thy shining skies
May stalwart sons and gentle maidens rise,
To keep thee steadfast through the years,
From East to Western Sea.
Our own beloved native land,
Our True North, strong and free!
Ruler Supreme, Who hearest humble prayer,
Hold our dominion within Thy loving care.
Help us to find, O God, in Thee,
A lasting, rich reward,
As waiting for the Better Day
We ever stand on guard.