~ WELL NOW, THAT was a Remembrance day to remember.. or forget.
Vet-supporter and charity-booster Don Cherry gets fired over faux outrage over what some people imagine, wish, or suspect he said & meant (which he did not). What I want to know is: WHO & HOW MANY COMPLAINED ABOUT DON CHERRY? 1? 100? 1,000? 37,000,000?
Name names, or show tweets or e-mails. Was it all blue-haired weirdo women? Racist racism agitators? SJW special snowflakes?
And “you people”? Really? An American cliche or meme from their long tradition of race & culture & conflict? THIS IS CANADA, you Canucki morons.
“People were upset”? Oh noes! Let’s see who said what, before Rogers-SportsNet fires a man for something he didn’t say and certainly didn’t mean. As blogger Kate McMillan says, this is not only about one man in the media.
“Don’t any of you understand that WE are the Don Cherry’s of that narrative?”
I’ll take it further– WE are the ones the Social Justice Warrior (SJW) bullies want to cancel, silence, block, mock, deplatform, sideline, and falsely accuse until most of Canada is cowed under their power. I.E., the very kind of Hitlerian & Stalinist evils we fought in WW2 and the Cold War, come home to roost by totalitarians in our midst.
SJWs & their pestilential ideas are toxic & cancerous, in a home, business, office, or society. They must be pushed back against, shown no mercy, and put in their place.. or else Don Cherry is just another head they collected, with all the rest of us in line to be beheaded. Start reading up now, and pass the word.
“K. G. McMillan 1 hr
“It’s ironic how many of my friends in the dog world are advancing the narrative of “Don Cherry is a remnant of the past whose views have no place in a modern, progressive society”.
I can understand why — it’s a lot easier to join forces with the like-minded to “cancel” people you disagree with than it is to actually debate their views on the merits (and run the risk of losing the argument.)
Yet, when the same “remnant of the past” narrative is applied to purebred dogs; when foreign rescues are celebrated and breeders blamed for pet overpopulation; when dog shows and horse racing and rodeo are attacked as cruel artifacts of a past that “cannot be tolerated in a modern, progressive society”… we cry foul?
Don’t any of you understand that WE are the Don Cherry’s of that narrative?”
When you’re a baby-Christian, verses like the one of Jesus on the cross crying out in Aramaic “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” can really unsettle you. “My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?” But how can the man Jesus, one person with God’s Incarnate Son, be forsaken by… Himself?!
Here’s The Thing
Maybe Jesus isn’t divine?
Maybe he was divine before he was made incarnate by the Holy Ghost in the womb of the Virgin Mary, and then again after He rose again?
What is that about, verse, anyway?
OK, let’s back up. Way up.
After His crucifixion, death, and resurrection, the risen Jesus speaks with the two disciples on the road to Emmaus:
“Then He said to them, “These are the words which I spoke to you while I was still with you, that all things must be fulfilled which were written in the Law of Moses and the Prophets and the Psalms concerning Me.” [Luke 24:44]
That is, the teaching of Jesus is that He is the true subject and the fulfillment of the whole of Israel’s history, her longing in the Prophets, and her Scriptures and holy writings. Even the ancient hymns called Psalms are prophetic, pointing to Him; they are His prayer-book, revealing the inner life & meaning of His mission, death, and resurrection.
So when we find out that “My God, My God, why has thou forsaken me?” is a quotation from the Psalms (22), it helps to understand that Psalm verse– spoken from the cross– is a window into the mind & heart of the dying King Jesus, Saviour of humanity.
The sufferings are real, even down to Jesus feeling that He is somehow cut off, forsaken, in the darkness with no obvious light. Although He is the Lamb of God who taketh away the sin of the world: yet that black avalanche of everything in us that cuts us off from God and one another falls on Him.
After the sorrowful verses, this Psalm is a great dawning glow of hope, faith, and trust in the Lord shines through Psalm 22. After the suffering comes joy. After death is hope. God hears the cry of His Son, the suffering servant (read Isaiah 53), and does not abandon or reject Him, or us as found in Him.
Feelings Are Not Facts
So Jesus felt cut off from God, yet quotes the Psalm to say what His crucifixion & death means, to preach from the Cross, to share with us what it is like to feel far from God.
But feelings are not facts. Jesus was still the man divine, the only-begotten Son incarnate in the man Jesus Christ, one person & two natures. The Word made flesh. God in a man like us.
In some crisis we might say “It’s totally hopeless! We’re doomed!” even as our help is about to arrive, unexpectedly, out of the blue, at the very last minute, or otherwise in time to save & help us. In that case, how truly accurate were our feelings, versus the facts? Feelings must follow facts, else we get lost in a swamp of ever-shifting mirages.
Therefore, to wrongly imagine that “My God, My God, why has thou forsaken me?” somehow means that Jesus isn’t God (or some other complicated bad idea) shows an ignorance of Jesus, who He was, what he lived & taught, and how the whole of the Hebrew Scriptures & holy writings were ultimately about Him.
There is no deep where God is not, be the night never so dark. There is no fear or sorrow or sense of abandonment which Jesus our High Priest has not taken into Himself, and burnt up in the fire of infinite love in the offering of Himself to atone for our sins, once and for all.
And beyond that forsakenness, even beyond what seems to earthly a final ending of death, Jesus has conquered sin, and death, and hell, and shared with us the eternal & holy life of God, that we might rejoice in Him who is the Lord of the living and the dead, who went on a head to prepare a place for us, that where He is, we might be also, and that as He is in God the Father, we may be in God the Son, sharing the eternal life & Joy of the blessed Trinity in all the saints, in the unity of God the Holy Spirit, forever in heaven.
~ A BINKS BLAST FROM THE past (2016), about how forced immigration is war upon a nation’s own people by her elites, and globalist master-plans. It’s where we really are, thanks to Trudeau, Merkel, Macron, Obama, Pope Francis, May, Soros.. and all the other evil masterminds & busy-bodies trying to rule the world– and using Muslims as their weapon against the West.
~ IN THE BEFORE-TIME, there once was a cynical snarky nihilistic little show called Seinfeld. I never could stand to watch it regularly, but it filled the air with certain humourous ideas.
One of these was promoted by a secondary character, George Constanza’s father Frank, played by actor Ben Stiller’s actual father, Jerry Stiller. As Wiki notes: “Frank Costanza is advised to say “serenity now” every time he gets angry in order to keep his blood pressure down”. He ends up saying it a lot, given his temperament.
As I surf the news & social media, I sometimes find my blood-pressure rising. Often. There is a lot of crazy in the world, being shoved down a lot of throats.
Instead of having a stroke, or tuning out– or bellowing “Serenity Now!”– a wiser course is to realize that we are already in a nightmarish and evil dystopia. Accept it. “Dystopia Now!” Because frustration, outrage, despair, and various kinds of throwing up our hands is just not Christian, nor helpful.
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As I commented on Daisy Cousen’s Youtube video about the horrid UK media onslaught against blogger and now political candidate Carl Benjamin (a.k.a. Sargon of Akkad), I wrote:
We are in the dystopia NOW. Everything is upside-down, good is bad, true is false, and journalism/ social media is whatever you can get away with. Because woke utopianism justifies any crime, slander, and dirty tricks.
I’m not counselling despair, but waking up and looking around at the wreckage of all the social institutions defiled & twisted by the revolution: government, church, schools & colleges, movies, journalism, family & gender, male & female– in short, REALITY. We are in the midst of a long-term War On Reality.
Give up? Black pill/ clown pill? Nope. Read, pray, preserve & restore, speak out, educate others, covert souls. Above all, take the God Pill:
What’s All this, Then?
The Amazing Polly inspired my mulling over this idea, as did author & polymath Vox Day, via his YouTube Darkstream, a daily treat for me. See? I’m using my time in Facebook jail to improve myself, to learn up and get back to more blogging, and to enjoy many fine online folks who are part of the awakening going on around the world, that we are in a dystopia, now.
Please check out, subscribe & support the bloggers & vloggers above. You won’t regret it.
~ I DEEPLY & TRULY HATE ugly architecture. In a recent video by Amazing Polly in which she discusses a range of topics, about 1/2 way through, she talks about the death of beauty and the kind of architecture inflicted on people by modernist architects. Watch her video first.
A building can inform, delight, ennoble, send a message about goodness, beauty, and truth. Even simply functional buildings can have a touch of whimsy, detail, and design that makes if more than functional. Deliberately ugly, functionalist, offensive modern architecture is meant to desolate the eye, the heart, the mind, and keep us trapped in the here and now, oppressed and oppressing, surrounded by the excretions of our betters.
Anyhow, here’s my comment, following her statement that Canada never had a period of attractive architecture:
I dare to disagree with you, Amazing Polly. Canada had a period of beautiful buildings, circa 1800-1900+. The work of Maritimer William Critchlow Harris, the Ottawa Parliament builders, the Italianate homes , and many of our older pre-20th century church buildings. In some places (here and there in Toronto, more so in smaller & midsized communities) this heritage of lovely banks, public buildings, homes, and churches still exists, though some need TLC & renovation back to their more original design.
Sadly, as you say, brutalist & alien-invasion clever architecture has ruined many bigger communities & downtown cores, and too many architects still seem concerned with making a statement than following any line of truth, beauty & goodness, or even blending their building with the surroundings.
Here in my little town, the local RCMP have moved from a small and not unattractive brick building to a shiny metal, steel, and ominous structure, which is a statement of surveillance and domination, which doesn’t fit the town or setting, and was obviously designed by somebody with skill but little talent.
~ AS MY FB-JAIL sentence winds down (to be sprung on Good Friday, 10am-ish), I’ve been reading lots of interesting & relevant links on the fire which severely damaged the Cathedral of Notre Dame de Paris this week. The best links are the topmost. The others are of related interest.
What strikes this elf is how this fire has been so– clarifying. People praying, people stricken– and yet other people rejoicing onsite or online over this. Some witnesses to the fire have been deeply spiritually moved, deciding things about God and life and the crisis in Western civilization, what with de-Christianization, and with enforced mass Muslim immigration, all under the globalist elites like Macron & Trudeau.
However, God cannot be left truly out of the account. I believe that the Holy Spirit is using this– accident? attack?– as a wake-up call to France, to Christians, to the Church & the world, and many who saw the fire. Do we have eyes to see, and ears to hear what God the Holy Spirit is saying?
Also, if I were a bishop or Dean of a Cathedral in the West, I’d be praying & guarding the treasure entrusted to me with eagle eyes right now. Desecration & destruction delights the orcs in our midst, whether imported, or home-grown.
Just because most of us cannot imagine committing such acts does not mean that some could, and would. We cannot be naive about the state of the world, and souls.
~ YES, I CAN BE longwinded in these things, so today, a short one.
A sad realization I’ve had over the past few weeks– Oleg Atbashian (The People’s Cube) was a former Soviet propagandist, he’s also an author, essayist, satirist, and graphic artist. He came to America for freedom.
Like many former Soviet dissidents come to the West, his reception was mixed– now, he’s a positive threat to the new Sovietization of the West. The same happened to Jamie Glazov’s parents, at Marxist-deluded Dalhousie University in Halifax, NS, Canada. Don’t reveal the ugly truth of the Worker’s Utopia!
Now, under the politically correct, the corrupt establishment, politicized academia & media, we are going Soviet. Soft Soviet, with a smug smile and an iron fist. This devolution has been underway for almost a century, under many guises, and stages. Coercion of thought and behaviour is the ultimate goal.
Symptoms, just on Campus? Tribunals, trial by media & mob, the politics of personal destruction, radicalization of politics, thought-police, a quiet terror keeping people quiet & scared. Wrong-thinkers versus the Party Truth. Spying & tattling & surveillance. All must be sacrificed for the utopia.
We have become a Soviet-style prison, just waiting for the final bars & locks to be fitted. Ironic, no? Tragic, too.
“In my study of communist societies, I came to the conclusion that the purpose of communist propaganda was not to persuade or convince, not to inform, but to humiliate; and therefore, the less it corresponded to reality the better. When people are forced to remain silent when they are being told the most obvious lies, or even worse when they are forced to repeat the lies themselves, they lose once and for all their sense of probity. To assent to obvious lies is…in some small way to become evil oneself. One’s standing to resist anything is thus eroded, and even destroyed. A society of emasculated liars is easy to control. I think if you examine political correctness, it has the same effect and is intended to.”
A Gift To Us All
And patiently, year by year, Oleg & his amazingly insightful website has been warning us of the risks ahead, from his life under the Soviet nightmare. We should all be grateful, and aware of his work.
Go read his blog. Read his book “Shakedown Socialism“. Buy his merch. I’m not saying he’s always right in everything said & done and thought– but that his angle is unique, deeply insightful, and hard-won by bitter experience.
Heed his warnings. Tragically, he’s turned out to be right, so far.
Canadians has the dumb, because we’re only used to fighting evil tyrants ELSEWHERE, and not at home. It’s why the recent crop, from Trudeau, Chretien, Martin & Co. all the way to Junior, have gotten away with so much.
We assume that government is benign & mostly harmless. That the horrors of Mahometism or Marxianism somehow don’t have any effect on us, and that they wouldn’t want to use, abuse, or hurt us. That we can actually half-knowingly do Sex-Revolution evil like convenience abortion, euthanasia, fornication, and all the rest, and still be “basically good people”.
Just Say No. Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again…
.. until they get the point, or get butthurt and go away, or actually get a clue.
Want to hurt & kill Jews? Flog women? Behead infidels and sharia law-breakers? Stone homosexual people to death? Conquer everywhere and everything? Subvert, riot, rape, bomb and bald-facedly lie?
The Canadian Government Summer Jobs Grants Has Your Back!!
Boycott Han Soylo, The Movie!
Saith Teh Binks:
Powerful Social Justice Warriors– like some movie-makers today COFF StarWars COFF– are like the kids who show up, hurt other kids and break things, and then crow about it.
Star Wars is/ was a cultural thing to enjoy for our times. SJWs are spoilers, mean-spirited hyper-Puritans who get joy out of preventing other people having joys. It’s a spiritual disease, a false religion, a smug holier than thou hypocrisy with delusions of grandeur.
Join The Boycott Army. Just say no to SJW story-molesting, and man-hating.
Stalin: One death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic. The tragedy of this sick boy has focussed the billion killed by the current culture of death for many people in a way it’s been hard to do before.
World War III? We are already waging war on ourselves: against the unborn, sick born, chronically ill, disabled, mentally handicapped, elderly sick.. the statistics mount up every day, only our gulags & Auschwitzes are hospitals and clinics and medical wards, so it’s hidden and we can pretend to ignore it.
I still think about the fact that the medical waste incinerator for the main Halifax hospital (where the abortions were done) cast those baby-ashes over the nearby neighbourhoods, my school, and the children’s hospital just up the block.
I remember the smell, and the little smutches of ash and soot that would sometimes get on your skin & clothes during recess and lunch hour.
“SJWs don’t need proof. They just need to declare something makes them feel unsafe, and thus is super bad, and has to go or else. They’ve got emotion and outrage. So they pitched a big bitch fest. It was all the usual accusatory stuff, misogynistic, homophobic, racist etc. (and their examples? Nothing from real life, just a couple of his FICTIONAL characters bad behavior from among the thousands of fictional characters he’s written).”
“Vatican. Your holiness. Have you gone mad? What are you trying to prove? Break off the ambiguity! Holiness, we have bishops giving communion to the divorced and remarried here. If you can hear us, stop the confusion! Holiness, why don’t you answer our Dubia? Holiness! Answer! Come in, Holiness!”
This entire episode has been a nightmare of cold and twisted official hubris in action, but none of it more disturbing than that exhibited by the Catholic Bishops of England. They will be held to account.
I am struck by the early remarks of Paglia which stress the pain of the parents in such a way as to make it seem a little bit selfish. Naturally they are thinking of the personal loss if they lose their child. But i’ve also had the sense that both parents are enraged by the larger issue of what it means to have the government take ownership of anyone’s child.
I don’t think for one minute that they cherished any great hope of a cure and a normal long life for Alfie — that they ever considered putting him through the degrading process of artificially prolonging his physical functions indefinitely, which would indeed have been a selfish act. They knew it was a judgement call, based on his responsiveness and general health. Anyone who looked at that child could see that he did not fit the definition of “failure to thrive” — he had healthy looking skin, full and glossy hair, was bright-eyed, plump and well-nourished. What he was NOT was (in words the authorities were careful not to use) “cost effective”.
Watching and waiting, lavishing him with care and love until he was insensible to it, was never going to add up to progress or improvement. But it would have been filled with grace and peace. Doctors used to care about the healing power of a graceful death. Government used to understand it as a right. Bishops used to recognize it as a sacramental necessity. All those with power and authority failed abysmally.
— Do you or someone you know & care for suffer from ‘The Black Dog’?
— Does that addict or drunk or sad co-worker suffer from depression? Do you?
— Do you “helpfully” offer endless free advice and ‘fixes’ because you find dealing with depression really awkward?
~ FOR MANY PEOPLE, depression is a day, a week, a season. It is left behind as an sour note in an otherwise happy life.
In our happy “we can fix everything” universe, TV and movie stories resolve every problem via heroism and happenstance and all is well again. E xcept.. people can break, and sometimes only partly tape and glue and tie themselves half-together again, enough to limp along a while longer.
What Kind Of Beast IS This?
This Black Dog is patient, vicious, and quiet: it has hunted & haunted my parents, and grandparents, and down the genetic pathways for generations. For others, life & crises and trouble starts it up fresh for them.
Yet for others– yes, of all ages– it is interwoven into the very stuff of life, perhaps as far back as memory reaches, a misty shadowed valley that never seems to come to an end, with light only breaking through now and again. The Valley of the Shadow; this vale of tears; the bleak lands where affliction dwells.
Yet even there, Christ the Lord walks and talks with his own sheep. Sometimes, he will shift us up onto his shoulders awhile. Faith can make an infinite difference in the experience & severity of depression. I’m there: so’s He.
All better? Nope.
There are no magic happy-cures, nor skipping through the sparkly flowers on a unicorn– but a costly cross-bearing love which both lightens your burden, and enlightens the path and things around you. Suicide– the permanent solution to temporary problems– may lurk like a vulture on the crag, but need not live on your shoulders.
The proper meds & counselling and living life the best you can any given day will help, too. The grinding miserable trudge can thus become a pilgrimage: but to where?
The shadowed vale of tears is not infinite. God is.
Just A Little Farther
There is a fair City and golden castle farther on ahead, with towers and steeples and fair pennons flying.. you know not exactly how far.. but in it is light, and peace, and no more pain or black dogs, suffering or tears, and all the former things are passed away. There are battles to fight and people to help along this path– and many needing help– on our way.
And perhaps in that City, the black dog– which can teach us so much about perseverance, tribulation, compassion and understanding– will be revealed as having golden fur, for the troubles that lead us closer to God are blessed troubles. St. Paul besought the Lord to remove his sufferings, and instead, God said “My strength is made perfect in weakness.”
Without such hope and faith and love– and the mercy of God & others– I would be long-dead. Will you walk beside me and the others like me, or pass us by on the other side? ~
~ HANS KÜNG used to be a very big deal. I was wondering the other day if he was still alive. He is.
Younger Hans was the say-anything unorthodox enfant terrible of the mid-20th century Catholic Church revolution. He and his ilk were going to remake everything in sight: Church, society, culture, thought, truth itself. Utopia now: just one more change!
Now, the young radical celebrity is almost 90. I got his autograph once, in the mid-’80s. “Hans Kung, Not Infallible” it read. Daring.
Just Phone It In, Hans
His speech that day was a disappointing rehash of Thomas Kuhn’s “Paradigm Shift” theories.. from a book published in 1962, almost 25 years before he spoke to us at Acadia. Count me underwhelmed.
He brought nothing recent, relevant, nothing about Catholicism or post-1960s developments in theology, philosophy… just rehash. Regurge. Leftovers. Could’ve just sent along a polite note saying “Read this book. I like it.”
Yet he was a big deal, back in the day, truly one of the 20th century modernist tsunami-riders, wreaking havoc on the Catholic Church as she was torn from her true self and made a puppet for the passing Zeitgeist and radical politics. In 2018, we are still floating amidst the wreckage, corpses, dirt, pollution and chaos of that time.
A Band Of Busy Clevers
There was a whole cadre of such clever modernizers as Küng, who had schemed amongst themselves and with the modernist Pope John XXIII and his protege Montini (later Pope Paul VI) to subvert the original plans for the ecumenical council which became known as Vatican II. You can even read some of what was supposed to be discussed in the Council that was never allowed to take place, now that the revolution was rolling.
That crucial moment was all about power: seizing it, keeping it, imposing it, and remaking the Church in their image. The book-series and TV-show Game Of Thrones looks mild by comparison.
The break was with the past, personified by a ‘Medieval’ Pius XII: as he aged, he was minimized, mocked, dismissed, even shown in newspaper photos on his death-bed, and displayed at the funeral after a (deliberately?) bungled embalming. Pius was then all but erased & forgotten in the predestined scheme to elect the stealth-modernist, progressive socialist, & likely freemason Roncalli (John XXIII) to the papal throne.
They Didn’t Start The Arson
From the 1750s onwards, a spirit of revolution, change, utopianism, and anti-Christianity arose in Europe. Promoted by the Masonic Lodges, “new-thinking” intellectuals in France and England and elsewhere, that idea of suddenly remaking everything broke out in France in that blood-soaked Revolution; less catastrophically in English legal and political reforms in the early 1800s, yet again in the Communist-inspired 1840s and 1850s, and on into the 20th century.
“Bad things happen; we’re the ones who can & will fix it! We will do things to others for their own good, and throw down the bad people, and make a better future for mankind! Away with priests and superstition and kings and old ways!” Hence Robespierre, Marx, and all the others. Revolution now, then utopia!
Striking The Roots, Replacing The Tree
The Vatican II Council was the mature fruit of that revolutionary spirit, and– within the Church– of over 80 years and more of bubbling ferment and subversion, promotions and mutual protection, denial and deceit, of the restless gnostic Catholic progressive modernists– the superior special ones who know the special things– planning to overthrow both the substance and appearance of the great enemy of Europe’s turbulent revolutionary spirit– the Catholic Church.
Once, perhaps, Hans Küng thought a glorious future lay just ahead, a churchly utopia of spirit and world cooperating to make a bright New Age for humanity. Surely this was the true motion of the Holy Spirit!
Sadly, such revolutionized ‘Christian’ leaders forgot the basic truth: don’t immanentize the eschaton. That is, don’t try and make heaven on earth in man’s image, for it will be hell. Such Marxism is a shallow shadow-faith leading to lies, gulags, and bleak fields of broken bones.
A Sad Shallow Failed Utopia
Sadly, and in retrospect, the brief pause in the revolution represented by Benedict XVI now leaves us in 2018 with the spectacle of two popes, one bullied out of office by nefarious means and whispered threats, and the other bent on remaking everything in his own image, and according to a singular and imposed modernist interpretation of both Vatican II, and his own ideas. Oh yeah– and Pope Benedict XVI was pushed. He did not jump.
The glorious revolution in the Church has– by its own internal logic– collapsed into mere power, a cult of personality, a marginalizing and dividing force, not a unifying and building principle, in which the “winners” endlessly repeat themselves, cheating the Church into fresh compromises and radical lies, collecting power and fame and money and more control. Doing things To people, and not For them, as Christ’s own precious flock, for whom he died. Even, helping souls onward to Hell, and not Heaven.
Not a very inspiring utopia. Not exactly a very healthy or happy Church. The more they ‘succeed’, the more they fail– failing God, and his people, and the true Kingdom.
Turn Or Burn, Buddy
I do hope Hans repents and recants before he dies, though it will take long years before ever the horrid festering wounds and terrible damage he and his ilk did to the Church will be healed or repaired. Surely 1789 to 2018 is enough time to observe that revolutions go rogue: once things start falling apart, there’s no easy way to say “Whoa! That’s enough, and no further!” Surely the arrogance and pride of the long line of revolters is from Lucifer The Lying Proud Murderer, and not of Him Who came to serve, and not be served?
The way forward is not more revolution, but rather remembrance, rebuilding, rebuke, repentance, re-commitment, resistance, contemplative and prayerful obedience to Christ The King, and not to the spirit of the world, or the dark gods of worldly power, control, and proud sin.