Spiritual Mass Murder Is Fun

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–> Goodbye, Good Men: How Liberals Brought Corruption into the Catholic Church, by Michael Rose [Amazon link. Available elsewhere, too]

–> Video:  Mr. Rose discusses his new bookGoodbye, Good Men: How Liberals Brought Corruption into the Catholic Church

–> Book Review: “An aspect of particular importance is his telling how young men who are both non-homosexual and who believe in traditional Catholicism are weeded out of the seminaries and barred from becoming priests.  The new orthodoxy isn’t passive; instead, it actively screens out those who don’t fit its mold.  The existence of this ostracism is perhaps the main thrust of his book.” [my emPHASis]

–> An interview with Michael Rose

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~ MOST PEOPLE IN THE PEWS, assuming the best, think seminaries and theology schools are holy centres for imparting piety, learning, wisdom, and Christ-like zeal to new clergy.

“Surely,” they suppose, “such places are little outposts of God’s Kingdom on earth, training up our ministers and priests into fine examples of preachers, teachers, pastors, and human beings.” You know, just like universities in 2017 are centres of learning, calm scholarship, and imparting the wisdom and skills of the ages to young and eager minds. Not unreasonable– but naive in 2017.

Because, The Asteroid.

The Truth-Shattering Kaboom

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Western church & society, 1930-1070s and onwards….

When the Awesome Utopian World Revolution was slow a-comin’ after the 1800s and the bloodthirsty Soviet revolt, Communists and Socialists decided to go after All The Things. Schools, and universities; governments; culture and media; business and Charitable Foundations; and especially all the churches. Afterwards, the outside would still appear the same– think all those hallowed & Ivy-clad towers of academe– but the inside would be radicalized beyond all recognition. The key was and is to keep the ordinary suckers mostly clueless, and still attending & paying for it all.

This group of fellow travellers were the Frankfurt School, and they taught the ideas and techniques for subversion. Imagine something which looks & sounds exactly like your dear Auntie Mabel, but she’s actually a pod person replacement.

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Unfortunately, a carcass skin suit doesn’t cover the stench of death.

For the churches, the same process that we see bearing fruit now in North American and European centres of higher learning– ignorance, violence, propaganda, safe-spaces, and a lock step progressive/ soft-Communist ideology which brooks no opposition, especially in the extremist professoriate. This same mutation has been ongoing since the early years of the last century. Those boys who died on the beaches of Normandy? Behind them, at home, the rot had begun to quietly settle into the very institutions and society they were fighting for Over There. A bittersweet thought.

Naming Names & Details

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A Very Bad Man, Catholic author & tattle-taler Michael Rose. Boo!

In his heart-breaking book Goodbye, Good Men: How Liberals Brought Corruption into the Catholic Church, Michael Rose details the 1990s American fruit of this process– how Catholic seminarians were and are bullied, brow-beaten, threatened, and charmed or coerced into hoop-jumping and ideological mutation– even homosexuality and heresy. If you are at all “rigid” (believe the faith), or “sexually immature™” (same-sexuality, its militancy, and that many of your fellow students and some professors were barely in the closet), you’d be black-balled– not only from that school or diocese, but almost all of them.

Young vulnerable students have left such places of mis-education utterly broken, or having lost their faith, or become radicals; older experienced students come away aghast, stressed, and boggle-minded at the horrid politics and brutal abuse of the faith and lives of people offering themselves to the Church as potential clergy or priests. Faithful souls are being sacrificed on the altar of political correctness at such places year in and out.

A Lovely Outpost Of Hell

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“Pish-posh!” you scoff, “Pish and posh! How bad can it be, really? Surely we must put our trust in such reputable and accredited places to help the church provide decent future leaders for itself.” Pish-posh?.. except, I’ve been there.

The Atlantic School of Theology sits on some muy pricey real estate waterside in Halifax’s wealthy South End. Ironically, some of the Leftist professors in my day lived in small mansions, and many students lived on campus, or in nearby apartments. Looks very spiffy & hallowed, eh? Local Anglicans, United, Catholics, and even Unitarians, go there.

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True Story– I Was There

When I attended in 1987-88, one of my professors was a pro-wicca (sorry, “wymyns spirituality’) lesbian, who seemingly predated on some of her female students every year. Another was apparently an all-but-avowed Communist. Still another was openly homosexual (although the best educated and freshest prof there by far).

Another faculty member was a glorified BA, who most assumed was a Ph.D. The liturgy expert (always beware those) was a bitterish radicalized nun, who loved everything about Vatican II, nothing before, and made it clear that the slightest dissent (from The Dissent) was not welcome. Yet another wonky Roman Catholic teacher told us during the Intro To Theology 101 class that the most important thing in reading in St. Augustine, was what we thought the saint meant. Uh?

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Other faculty taught as unquestionable Gospel only the most radical of theories about the Bible, morality, social justice (Marxism), theology, and the like. Our textbooks were mostly in the same line– a critique of classical Christianity, without ever actually teaching what the content or practice and worship of that faith properly was…. Er, oops.

Such A Friendly Place

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There was a remarkable amount of smiling and superficial bonhomie, hugs, and slightly creepy touching. Yet at every point, you were always under ‘pastoral’ surveillance for any ‘disaffirming’ (non-radical) opinions on theology, God, abortion, divorce, homosexual marriage, feminism, homosexuality, women clergy, the creeds, and political & social issues of the day. Warms the old cockles.

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Smile. Or else.

In fact, if you weren’t sporting a rictus (or smirking) and faux cheery-looking and accepting of everything & everyone at all times, that was suspect, too. Malcontent? Critical? Unpastoral? Grim? Judgmental? Not gruntled, or not with The ‘rich & challenging’ Program?!?

Not only the professors and ‘academic supervisors’ were on the snoop, but your fellow students were also watching for non-non-conformity, or ‘nurturing community’. Snitching (or “sharing pastoral concerns about X” with the leadership), I suspect, was encouraged.

Step out of line, be non-affirming, rigid, sexually immature, judgmental, narrow-minded, or dare question a prof? BAM. You risked a low grade, a black mark in your permanent record, being shunned by your fellow students and the faculty, and a non-recommendation for ordination. A nice little ‘Christian’ Gulag Archipelago nestled right there on Halifax’s Northwest Arm.

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Nurturing. Pastoral. Caring & sharing. Awwk. Even some of the more progressive students found the place rather a joke, and more than a little oppressive. TO be fair, not all of them were “true believers’ like most of the faculty was then.

Like Sheeps, No Shepherds

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Modernist theology schools.. where you can lose your faith, and your soul.  All according to the plan.

Sadly, many of my classmates were ‘second career’ mature candidates, with little or no university background, or relevant studies. Some were nice people, but barely able to write a term paper. Others were like innocent sheep before the sophistical and practiced academic brow-beating of their wolfish profs– academics who could and did at any moment crush hopes & futures with a bad review, or a word to your bishop or sponsoring group, or sneering and mocking of your ‘naive & pietistic’ faith in class.

Behold the ‘tolerant, affirming, open & flexible’ Revolution. It’s mind-warping and soul-crushing– and designed to be that way, precisely so you will imbibe and parrot the revolution and not The Christian Faith, then spread the infection to others. Or else.

Problem was, I came fresh to the place with a hot double BA in history and Philosophy/ Religious studies. 4.1 GPA. I’d been pushed for Ph.D work, but wanted to do parish work first, then a doctorate. “Narrow-minded and conservative, but warm and cuddly” was my motto for AST.

What Fresh Hell?…

161919-200x200-praise-dance-clip-art-5The daily worship at that school was predictably freakish– almost weekly the furniture was moved about, and we might get an angry feminist liturgy one day (with confession prayers only for the males present); or else rainbow stoles & vestments; a pro-Sandinista/ Liberation Theology homily the next; some women galumphing  liturgical dance in polyester and chiffon the week after, and then maybe Gaia-Mother Earth and native prayers scheduled for next time.

All this with a progressive/ Marxist post-Christian slant, all done very self-consciously and badly, even if robed or clothed in old-sounding forms. Missing out, or non-enthusiasm (eek!), or non-participation (GASP!) was duly noted.

Of course, nibbles plus the ideologically correct coffee from then-Communist Sandinista Nicaragua for afters. No joke.

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Joiiin Usssss.

Who Will Protect Us?

For my own class of first-years, I ended up as unofficial spokesman, despite my odd-man out status. When I announced I was leaving that school for another, several of the feminists– much to my shock– were openly upset (this, in the class poorly co-taught by The Feminist & The Communist.. one day, we even did colouring with crayons). As we discussed my leaving, a young woman classmate broke into tears, and actually said to me “But who will protect us from the professors, and ask all the right questions?”

PROTECT. They knew. What a sad commentary, that. I almost stayed. However, after those same profs tried (and failed) to give me a rotten mark, I knew the fix would be in if I remained there.

Spiritual Mass Murder

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Why is the church shrinking, and why are so many clergy so weird? How did we get here?

This spiritual holocaust of the future leadership of the Church has been going on now since I was born… that’s two or two-and-a-half generations of mistreatment, mutation, abuse, radicalization, mis-education of the very people who are supposed to set forth the Gospel to the Church and world, lead on moral, social and theological questions, and save souls unto heaven. Instead, we have hard-progressive or squishy or compromised and shallow clergy, many of whom may mean well, but who don’t have the education or spiritual resources people think they do, and that they should have.

The Canadian & U.S. (and U.K.– Google ‘Maynooth Scandal’) Roman Church clergy formation system has it very bad, but most of the protestant schools are close behind them. It is a horror story, a tale of abuse of trust, fraud, authority, rank heresy, and cruelty.. and a cynical exploitation of the innocent students and financial supporters of such places.

But Wait, There’s Moar!

So what? Here’s what.

(1) Don’t EVER assume your clergy have had a proper education, spiritual formation, or that their cleverness in the pulpit is worth listening to. Test the spirits. Seek out the good ones, and help, pray for, and support them.

(2) If you or someone you know or care for are thinking about going into the clergy, warn him to do lots of deep research, interviews, and fact-checking about the places they are considering. Some are outposts of heaven, most are sinks of hell, or wastes of time.

(3) The “clergy selection processes” in many parts of the church are geared against non-radicals, and are as impartial and fair-minded and godly as an ecclesiastical Gestapo. The gatekeepers are meant to weed out the “difficult”, and pass through the malleable, the naive, the well-meaning, the clueless, or the people who can conceal their real selves and just go through the motions.

(4) If you or any wealthy person you know thinks piling money, bequests, and donations into such corrupted places of clergy malformation is a great and pious work, think again. Starve these progressive outposts of post-Christianity of cash, and do your research properly. Don’t unwittingly aid and abet these outposts of darkness because the people seem nice, and it’s a fancy old building, and the profs talk all holy on founder’s day.

(5) If you’re stuck at such a place, keep your head down, keep in touch with allies outside the place who can vouch & fight for you when the hammer comes down, and do your own course of studies in all the major areas, with the best authors, so you’ve actually learned something in your time. Be friendly and happy.. the predatorial system has broken better far people than you, and spit them out like ground-up bones. Pray, pray, pray without ceasing, for yourself, your fellow students, and your professors. Prayers of light exorcism may also help. You will be scarred, hurt, and mistreated.

ITYS.

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Finally, In Conclusions

This abuse-scandal has been largely hidden for 50 years and more, and books like that of Michael Rose– though dated now– lift the rug on the creepy-crawlies, filth and dirty secrets of the radicalized Church, which has captured many ecclesiastical institutions, yet pretended to be the same as before.

And no, DON’T go to the Atlantic School of Theology in Halifax, Nova Scotia, for any reason whatsoever. Don’t give to it, or support it. Very pretty landscape, though. ~

Thus saith,

Teh Binks

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The true spirit behind many modern seminary experiences.

 

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Titanicalism

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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…

Sailing, Sailing

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!

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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.

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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.

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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

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Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever….

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.

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Prisoners at Jiangbei prison, Hubei province, in 1998. Look! Free transplants, slave-labour, and neatening up the political process all in one!

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.

ITYS,

Binks

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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

Traditional

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

When They Remember…

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~ ITEM: Son And Dad with Alzheimer’s Sing Together.. Quando Quando Quando (1968)

~ ITEM: Astonishing YouTube Vids– Alzheimer’s & Music Therapy; and visit www.MusicandMemory.org to learn more.. OR DONATE AN iPOD!! Speak to your local nursing homes & health care politicians about this, if it’s not in your area.

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~ DO YOU HAVE you have a friend or loved one with Alzheimer’s?

I’ve seen the amazing musical memory of such people over and over and over in nursing homes, in the ‘quiet’ wards.

The soul is still there, but a veil has fallen in the brain, and ‘Now’ is just a jumble. The past? Still very present and alive for many. That’s why they often won’t recognize close loved ones– you didn’t look like that 30 years ago. Make of them what can be made, and rejoice with them when they can.

How Do I Even..?

Bring music. Hymns (old ones); music from the time of their youth (when were they 15-30?). Sing to them and with them when they click in. Read to them form the old version of the Bible– familiar Psalms and Gospel stories, and familiar prayers. Learn up and talk to them about old news, events of past days, interests they had when younger.

I remember one dear lady in Cape Breton who was suffering from this– but she still played the organ every week for the nursing home chapel services, and almost never missed a beat. Likewise, a dear lady in a wheelchair who recognized almost nobody, and did not respond to mostly anything– except tapes of old-timey hymns, which she remembered completely, and sang along with her husband, who would bring the tape-player in three times a week. She didn’t know him any more– but she knew love, and the music and the words.

A Battle For Life

And in the face of increasing pressure & laws to kill the sick & old– here’s a pretty specific way to help, to show love, and redemption of the time, and to fight for each creature of God, and the dignity of every human being as made in the image of God.

The main problem with helping such folks is us– it feels weird, and awkward, and we wouldn’t like to be like that. Get over yourself. +

Saith

Teh Binks

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Battle Ready, Cool, and Durable

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~ ITEM:I looked at this “masculine and muscular” military rosary, and said to myself, “The men need to have these!!”

~ ITEM: RUGGED ROSARIES® = The spiritual strength, durability, and reliability of the Holy Rosary PLUS the proven strength, durability, and reliability of paracord.

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~ WORD HAS IT that many persons of a popistical sort have no end of problems with their cool prayer-tool: the rosary. Knotted up in tangles; spontaneously breaking into a pocket full of beads and broken wire; just wearing out.. and for Catholic men, having, well, rather girly-looking jewelery in hand.

Well, no more!

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Witness two new products for the prayer-warrior in these troublous times: the military paracord rosary, and the World war reproduction rosary (seen at top)! That’s right, actual military parachute cord, able to support up to 550 pounds of weight, and ever-useful in survival, fishing, and emergency situations to tourniquets and the like; and metal bead on chain rosaries given to U.S. Catholic soldiers in two world wars, meant to survive just about anything and everything.. actual military service, travel, hiking, construction sites, rough handling, small children, and more.

For the manly Catholic men out there, both give the lie to the old saying that “rosaries are for old women”, and that they must look like tacky Victorian costume jewelry, fit for a dowager. The para-cord ones are especially suitable for military personnel, and can survive a great deal of rough accidental usage; they can hang off your belt, in your car, off your ruck-sack, or (OK, ladies, you can have one too) in your purse.

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Listen TO MC Hammer!

Why? We got to pray, as noted cultural philosopher and performer of musical tunes MC Hammer has noted in one of his songs. As the chaos rises, as the persecution of Christians (especially Catholics) grows under secular regimes, and Jihadi attacks, as out souls thirst for the living God, we need the power, peace, and comfort.. as St. Paul commanded.. “Pray Without Ceasing”. Part of why our civilization is so sick? We’ve ceased to water it, ourselves, or our neighbor and various problems with patient, persistent, and powerful prayer.

Surely Binks has sold his soul for this one? Nope. The WebElf gets no Vatican kickbacks, bribes, inducement, incentive, pay-off, graft, sweeteners, sop, backhander, enticement, hush money, payola, allurement, or corrupting gift for praising up this gear, nor do I own either (yet). I just surf the web, and come across interesting answers to age-old problems, get enthused, and start talking about it online. Squee!!

What Are You Waiting For?

So drop a line to Fr. Richard Heilman and ask about his awesome 1916 Military Combat Rosary and mini prayer-manuals; or over to the paracord people of Cordbands.com’s Rugged Rosaries®, for their wide & interesting line of paracorded holy gear, and other stuffs. They have a lot of different products, scattered over several pages, so check out the entire site if you’re interested.

P.S. Teh Binks loves the Memento Mori’ Skulls Rosary, as seen below.

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So Saith,

Teh Binks

Couldn’t Agree More…

… if there were three of me.

~ ITEM: Watch Kenny Chesney’s Chaotic ‘Noise’ Video

~ ITEM: Photographer Depicts Evils of Smartphones in Stunning Photos

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THERE’S A world-wide conspiracy against silence, quiet, calm, and it’s coming at us from all directions at once. For those of us who don’t do life at volume-setting 11, it’s destructive, distracting, confusing, and enslaving. All this noise noise noise noise!

Several times in the past few months I’ve waved or called out a greeting to a neighbour on the street– nope: glued to the phone, the iPod, the distractor. It got me thinking.

What To Do?

Kenny Chesney is right that our modern West is all about noise, propaganda, selling things, babble, infotainment, endless electronic demands, devices which gobble our time, our days, our hours of rest. The question, after awakening to the racket and noise, is to ask “What else is there, instead?”

Everything else ever anywhere. The all-precious electronics? Turn them off.

Leave it home. Silence the alerts. You don’t actually need to answer that e-mail or  text or to see the funny new kitten video. Tell people when you’d like them to call on the phone, instead of jumping for every call like it’s the police or the lottery.

Unplug. Just go for a walk– you, God, the birds, the breeze, the bugs, the sunshine on the grass.. no disconnecting or dehumanizing smartphone or iPod or shiny thing. Take a nap. Call a friend. Give an ear to someone who could use a good listener. Real things are best: friendship, society, leaving things and people better than you found them.

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Make more room in your life for quiet. Read before bed, instead of surfing or chatting or sharing that one last trivial bit of forgettable fluff.

Enquieten your soul, so you can really begin to hear and listen to yourself, and nature, and for the voice of the Lord.. that still small voice which is paved over by the avalanche of modern noise, that needy neighbour or family member or stranger who vanishes behind the distractions.

Not So Easy?

Like any overpowering addiction, it may be painful and take some time to wean yourself away from constant technophilia and hollow ‘connectedness’. Then, try to help your  kids, family, friends, co-workers. Shhhh. Listen.

So saith,

Teh Binks

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Noise

Wrecking balls, downtown construction
Bottles breaking, jukebox buzzing
Cardboard sign says “The Lord is Coming”
Tick, tick, tock
Rumors turn the mills back home
Parking lot kids with the speakers blown
We didn’t turn it on but we can’t turn it off, off, off
Sometimes I wonder how did we get here
Seems like all we ever hear is noise

Yeah we scream, yeah we shout ’til we don’t have a voice
In the streets, in the crowds, it ain’t nothing but noise
Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy
Just tryna be heard over all this noise

24 hour television, get so loud that no one listens
Sex and money and politicians talk, talk, talk
But there really ain’t no conversation
Ain’t nothing left to the imagination
Trapped in our phones and we can’t make it stop, stop this noise

Yeah we scream, yeah we shout ’til we don’t have a voice
In the streets, in the crowds, it ain’t nothing but noise
Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy
Just tryna be heard in all this noise

Every room, every house, every shade of noise
All the floors, all the walls, they all shake with noise
We can’t sleep, we can’t think, can’t escape the noise
We can’t take the noise, so we just make noise

Yeah we scream, yeah we shout ’til we don’t have a voice
In the streets, in the crowds, it ain’t nothing but noise
Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy
Just tryna be heard in all this noise

All this noise
Can’t take the noise
Can’t take the noise
Can’t stand the noise
Can’t take the noise

Dem Bones, Dem Big Bones

A Word To Stephen Crowder

~ ITEM: Excess Sugar Can Brain Your Damage

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Wee Binks… Lookit them crazy big wrist-bones!

MY NAME IS Binks Webelf, and I’m a fairly big guy (for my generation, at least). Actual big bones (the above is me at 2 1/2), 6′ in socks, shoulders as wide as a doorway– if I were anorexic weight, I’d still be about 175 pounds. Plus, I’ve battled weight (poor/ stress/ sugar eating) much of my adult life.

Behind the current fat-‘shaming’ and lunatic ‘body acceptance’ controversy, there is an actual health crisis afoot, which social media could cover, Mr. Crowder, and save a lot of lives: the sugar-powered metabolism, leading to metabolic syndrome. It’s the hidden plague ensickening and killing millions.

Stupid Science Men

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Hello, I an expert. Believe.

Remember low-fat ‘The Balanced Diet’ idea? Much smart, so science, very brain! Wow!!

Idiot food-scientists in the past century thought people were like machines– what you put in, you get out. Thus, dietary fat became evil: less is good. Eating fatty food makes you a blob, they believed. Bad consequences ensue.

Their new rules (which I grew up with)? Fewer eggs, less butter, diet everything, artificial sweetners, only occasional bacon, no cheese or anything like it– and lots of that that horrible inedible skim milk blue water of starvation & death. Bleagh.

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Reality check versus Science Men– that’s not how humans actually work: your body & cells burn fat, and parts of your body (brain, nerve-sheaths, cell-structures) are literally composed of certain kinds of fats. Ooops. Reality 1, Stupid Science Man 0.

What actually happens if you severely restrict fats, or else eat a junk-fat carb-sugar-soft-drink loaded diet? Disaster is what.

ALERT! Body Red Alert!

The body will consume whatever fuel it gets. It needs a mix of fats, veg, fruits, some carbs and the like, but can run (badly) on carbs (bread, carbs, SUGAR). In this case, the body literally starves for fat, since it’s running mostly on sugar. Fat? What fat? I got none, says the metabolism,– so the fat goes into emergency storage. Really.

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Mostly running on sugar? You must be starving to have so little fat in your furnace! Then your system hits the “Store ALL The Fats!” alarm, and so you find a carb+sugar fueled person sometimes not necessarily eating very much, but their body is on red alert, and storing fats like mad. Fatter, and fatter, and fatter. Horribly ironic, no?

Lotsa False Cures

Mocking the fat is the one still-permissible cruelty in 2016. You can see in the flesh what you rightly or wrongly imagine to be that person’s sins: gluttony, greed, sloth. Bad fatty!

The usual slings & arrows? EAT LESS, YOU PIG! Or, TAKE A WALK, LARD BUTT! Eat less! Exercise more! Diet, you slob! Feel better?

Except, even when sugar-fueled people do this, they lose weight super-slowly, and what little dietary fat they have gets burnt up, leading to.. you guessed it.. another “Store ALL The Fats!” alarm. Metabolism slows even more; the body even starts to burn its own muscle., since it is starving of fat. Vicious “Store ALL The Fats!” circle speeds up.

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It’s called Metabolic Syndrome, and it kills.

That’s when the fats turn into super-fats (triglycerides) and start getting glued into the liver (a form of inflammatory hepatitis), into arteries and, around the organs, and serious health problems & metabolic syndrome kicks in. The body can become almost resistant to insulin, because there’s so much sugar– and insulin around trying to control it– the cycle is out of control– type 2 diabetes ensues.

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The Actual Cure

Cure? NOT to eat less, starvation diet, or all the usual very profitable DietInc. nonsense. The diet industry only wants you fat, and eternally trying to lose wight (and, ironically, starvation/ see-saw dieting can also ruin your health).

Read this book (and here’s the website)*, but moderate the suggested diet a little, because even cavepersons ate some carbs–roots, nuts, and the like– just as current stone-age people still do in 2016.

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THE CURE– Cut the carbs & sugars waaaay back. Less breads, junk-food, and the like.

Do a low(er) carb/ higher fat/ veg semi paleo-style diet. After the fat alarms switch off, the body  re-adjusts to burning fat instead of sugar-fuels, and consuming food– instead of hoarding fat and burning sugar– in real-time. Eat as much as your body needs– snack often, gorge less. Ditch all soda-pop, diet or super-saturated sugar. Both are toxic, in different ways.

You’ll feel hungry a lot more, and you’ll need to snack. You’ll start gradually losing weight, as the body no longer thinks it is starving to death from lack of life-giving fats. Combined with moderate exercise and enough food to fuel your activity, all of a sudden your body is operating as it should. Suddenly, EVERYTHING changes. Brain, energy, weight, eyesight, taste buds, recovery for exercise or injury.

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Craving sugars? We’re all sugar addicts these days– have some fresh fruit instead. Mind you, this will also require some will-power, resolve, and self-discipline. Simply having the answer to a problem doesn’t solve the problem itself.

Learn up, and pass that on, and much of the politics of fat vs. thin will simply vanish. Yer welcome. ~

So saith,

Teh Binks

* The book authors don’t know me from Adam, and I’m only sharing this because it works.

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Guerrillas In The Midst

Or, Surprise, Boom!.. IS The New Normal

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~ ITEM: Mark Steyn: ‘Want an avatar but you’re unsure about the tricolor of whichever European country’s been bombed today?’ The One-Stop Shop for All Your Terror-Sentimentalizing Needs

~ ITEM: AN ISLAMIC APOCALYPSE IN BRUSSELS– Striking terror into the hearts of unbelievers.

~ ITEM: WAR IN EUROPE— After Brussels, it’s time for the governments of Europe to fall. By Robert Spencer

~ ITEM: Brussels attacks: Security scanners‘could be installed at airport entrances’ in wake of bomb terror

~ ITEM:Holy war against infidels integral part of Islam’

~ ITEM: Apocalypse Soon? Tet Offensive, Take Two: Islam’s 2016 European Offensive

~ ITEM: POST-JIHAD GESTURE THEATER: JE SUIS SICK OF IT— #WesternCivRIP

Sadly Ironic– “Call Brussels!”

~ ITEM: Battle of the Teutoburg Forest; Video– Germania: The Battle Against Rome – Documentary; plus YouTube– Battle of the Teutoburg Forest

~ ITEM: Source Watch Backgrounder– The principles of fourth-generation warfare: War against everyone, everywhere. See also: Wiki– Fourth-generation warfare; YouTube: 4th generation warfare

~ ITEM: Book Review– Fourth Generation Warfare, by William S Lind

~ ITEM: Denial– Canada not ‘at war’ with ISIL, say Trudeau and Dion despite increased use of new anti-terror powers.. and the fact we are actually at war

“A war is something that can be won by one side or the other and there is no path for ISIL to actually win against the West,” Trudeau said. “They want to destabilize, they want to strike fear. They need to be stamped out.”

~ Justin Trudeau, 2016 ~

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The Lovely Teutoburg Forest in the Fall

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IT IS AD 9, AND a shaken Caesar Augustus, first Emperor of the Roman Empire, has been roaming the halls of his palace for days, weeping with rage, banging his head on the wall, and shouting “Quintili Vare, legiones redde!“ (‘Quintilius Varus, give me back my legions!’)

What military disaster could so shake Rome?

After all, The deadliest military machine in the ancient world was the Roman legion. Armor & shield, gladius sword, bow, spear, giant catapults and crossbows, simple tactics– when it was ready to fight, it was like one great beast, inexorable, sometimes winning against odds of ten to one, or more.


Gladiator: The Roman War Machine At Work

However.. 35 000 Roman legionaries stretched out over a muddy 10 miles in marching order through the towering and crowding-in Germania’s Teutoburg forest? Under damp and misty September weather, and a threatening Fall storm? Not ready.

Legate Publius Quinctilius Varus heads up three veteran legions, XVII, XVIII and XIX– with newer auxilliaries alongside– deep along a forest track into Northern Germany, toward Winter fortifications. The Legate believes his forces so strong, why bother sending scouts out?…

Then, out of the mist, they came.

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Countless lightly-armed German tribesmen, led by Arminius (Hermann), a Germanic Roman-educated officer, ambush both sides of the legion column at once, chopping the great army train into sections– and the killing begins. Roman blood and bodies fall everywhere. The Roman strength in prepared battle has been turned to weakness by careful ambush.

One legion somehow fortifies itself through the hellish night. The next morning, a desperate escape attempt– fails. The storm and rain make Legion bows useless, and their shields waterlogged. General Varus suicides on his sword. Archaeological remains tell the final tale– endless Roman remains and armour and all the cast down panoply of war.. mingled with relatively few fallen German tribesmen.

15000-20000 Romans die, the rest go down to slavery. The stream of regular reports to Augustus Caesar cease, there is only.. silence.

Everything Old Is New Again

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We are like the Romans: proud, powerful, dangerous. Modern political Islam is like the Germanic warriors: fighting their war in their way, not ours. It’s like boxing with fog, or nailing down Jell-O.

Our politicians, police, and militaries have inadequate responses to this very old and faceless front-less Uh-What-Direction-Do-I-Shoot-Sir? form of paramilitary terror-warfare. For a while, we chased baddies around in the deserts and hills of Afghanistan and Iraq; now, America and her terrorist-allies are asploding Syria to hell and back. Is that it?

This is a new kind of ancient war: olden barbarian/ Medieval hit-and-run, but with our weapons & tactics & communications. Maximum results, minimal efforts. The Scots and Welsh employed a lot of these tactics against the invading English in the 13th and 14th centuries. This is what made William Wallace a great warrior, if not a great general of armies, or national leader. This is how the American Minutemen fought the British regular army. Keep it asymmetrical.

Generationally Speaking

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Gen 1.0 Modern Warfare

1st Generation War? That’s your Napoleonic-style line-up men and shoot– defeated by heavy artillery, and machine-guns.

Second gen? Fortifications, an orderly & organized artillery of all the things, then march in– which was wrecked by tanks and airplanes.

3rd Generation warfare? Germany’s WW2 Blitzkrieg: ignore the front lines, maneuver, and cut the enemy off– wrecked by?…

..4th gen warfare. Olden-tyme guerrilla tactics with modern technology and tactics and communications, non-state warfare, no ‘front lines’.

Wake Up!.. Coffee Is Smelly

Super-heroic tough-talker Canucki PM Justin Trudeau? A 2nd/ 3rd Generation war thinker: “A war is something that can be won by one side or the other and there is no path for ISIL to actually win against the West”…. They want to destabilize, they want to strike fear. They need to be stamped out.” [my emPHASis]

Hm. Good luck with that, dude. Really. This from a former part-time drama teacher.

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America’s been trying Justin’s way since about 1963– before he was born, and placed in a manger– with little to show for it on five major occasions except corpses, frustration, and increasingly wealthy military-industrial complexes. PM Justin Trudeau, his advisors, and their equivalents in Western governments must unlearn what they think they know, or be doomed to an endless cycle of repeat and fail and weep. 4th Generation War is now here.. and everywhere.

Where We Actually Are

Truth be told, our huge force-against-force olden-style 1800s or 1900s warfare just doesn’t work very well when the other team refuses to show up, and won’t play by the old or accepted rules.. and when they vanish like morning dew if you try to force the matter. We’re still armed and organized to fight WW2, or the long-feared 1980s Soviet attack on Western Europe. That’s why terrorism is so very effective in 2016: our states actually need other states to fight with.. not an alphabet soup of terror-groups.

4GenWar is what confronts us now, and in the near future. It’s Charlie Hebdo, Paris, Brussels, and all the next ones. Turns out that the Brussels airport terror cell had surveillance info on a Belgian nuclear plant, and all the plans to the office of the Belgian Prime Minister.

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Target– Prime Minister?

The front is everywhere possible and imaginable: nobody is safe, and all those radicalized mosques, and Muslim ghettos in our major cities are recruiting grounds and potentially hostile occupied territory, war-wise. Mass migration? Another facet of 4th gen warfare! Thus, the Euro-elite “Migrant Problem” is a self-imposed war, with collaborating leaders effectively attacking their own people.

Likewise the Islamofascist terrorism of all kinds, boundless cruelty, supreme confidence versus our cowardice and cringing. See? Atypical warfare, 2016-style– and we imported this: why do we continue to do so?

Leaders For The Fail!

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Trust your leaders! They am S-M-R-T!

Our elites? Clueless, pandering, state-worshipping nitwits who cannot see what is right in front of them, and keep trying things that can’t work– or which will enslave their own populations in “peace & security”. The Belgium attacks just don’t fit any of their politically correct categories.

Says Robert Spencer:

“It’s time for the governments of Britain, France, Germany, Belgium, the Netherlands, and more to fall….. The existing governments are responsible for policies that have turned Europe into a war zone, and that war is just beginning. The political and media elites have failed Europe and the free world, and put Europe on a course toward civil war and bloodshed unseen on the continent since the days of Hitler.”

Consult The Experts

What country in the world has generations of experience with such asymmetric chaotic new-style conflict? That’s right, Israel.

Love them or hate them, their no-nonsense light rapid response, strict airline security, layered internal protection (including that infamous but fairly successful anti-bombing wall) are all defences against 4th generation warfare. It`s not perfect, but there is no perfect defence against guerrilla warfare.

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Back Out, Canada

Should Canada keep dropping bombs & fighting in Afghanistan? No. Afghanistan is quickly reverting to what it was– a failed state ripe for terror, with mostly tribal law & order.

Likewise, our “helping” in the U.S. wrecking Syria in the puppet-theatre of American conquest for power and oil– sorry, ‘Arab Spring’– wasn’t stopping, preventing, or stopping DAESH/ ISIL/ ISIS, or local Viet Cong-type attacks. This is Jihad, and the end game our enslavement under Sharia Law: the whole thing, big-time. The Russians get it: the best answer on the terrorist’s own ground is not apologies or hand-wringing or submission, but BOOM.

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The End Game: Submission Eurabia

The To-Do List Is Long

This is a religious terror war exploding all around us, and we’re currently caught like General Varus, or like the Americans in bombers and tanks eternally attacking phantoms in the Vietnamese jungles. Or Somalia, Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria…

We need to Israel-up: walls, strict serious airport & airline security; everybody trained and willing & ready to fight; prison, deportation, de-gehettoization; subvert the subversion; use special ops and counter-infiltration, and especially of mosques and false-front groups. Local vigilance, and reportage; preparation for treachery from our own side. Protect our leaders and government locations– i.e., war everywhere, against everyone.

We need to harden ALL our critical infrastructure, and imagine (within reason) All The Things which are potential targets: internet & hackable infrastructure, the power grid, communications, military site, energy, water & food supplies, industry, transportation, statiums and large gathering places, all of it. In America and elsewhere, Muslim groups have already been nosing around water supplies and crucial power grid components directly, and via cyber-attacks. Halt all Muslim migration until we have a way to sort them out. Be willing to imprison potential terrorists.

We have a great deal to (re)learn, and a lot of blood and misery and mistakes ahead of us. Civilians will have to understand that they are the front-line, along with police and military and trained professionals. This war is not going to end quickly– and it is a war. There will be casualties, no matter how ready or prepared we are– and right now, we’re not very.

The Doom Is Strong

The alternative is not The Same Old Just Like Before, but ending up like Publius Quinctilius Varus and the lost legions of Rome– and like Augustus, wondering how and what had happened. Within 4 centuries, the barbarians were banging on the doors of Rome herself, as the Empire decomposed and fell into ever smaller pieces.

Us? We don’t have anything like that long, because they are already here, and more pouring in every day. The alarm clock is ringing: time to awaken from our pleasant dreams.

2016 Europe under siege is bursting with lessons for Europe, and North America: if we have the eyes and the will to see it. Our freedom, and all we have known and love and lived for and built, stands at risk. ~

So saith

The Binks

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