Christ with Crown of Thorns, Johann Meinrad Guggenbichler; 1682

“WHILE Padre Pio was still alive, there was a pious young girl who was engaged to a university student who had lost his faith, disdaining religious practices. She would not go through with marrying him unless he returned to the Church. They had argued about this incessantly but to no avail. Finally he consented to come to San Giovanni Rotondo with her, although he was quite cynical. He did not believe in the holiness of Padre Pio, considering him an impostor and charlatan.

They went to early Mass at the friary church, and on the first morning the girl was amazed to see her fiancé looking pale and shocked as he gazed at the altar during the Consecration. He whispered to her, “Does this happen every day?” She said yes, but was not aware of what he really meant by the question. This went on for a number of days.

One morning at Mass she saw him crying like a baby. Leaving the church, he explained to her that he sees Padre Pio on the altar with a knotted crown of thorns on his head, and blood running down his face. His priestly garments are illuminated by a dazzling light. He looks like the “Ecce Homo!” with his face transformed into the face of Jesus. The fiancé said he was crying because he was so moved upon seeing that in spite of all his apparent suffering, Padre Pio remained serene, sweet and peaceful. The young man thought that everyone else in the church saw the same thing.”

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ALAN writes:

“Newspapers, like everything else, are subject to abuses.  Even when…restricted, their universal utility may be questioned, for one unconsciously falls into a habit of hasty reading, and this dissipates the mind, rendering it unfit for hard labor.  In old times, when the printing press was imperfect, our fathers had few books and papers; but those which they possessed were not merely skimmed over, but thoughtfully and leisurely read, so that one book developed the intellect more than months of desultory scanning of the news of the present day…..”

              — “Abuses of Newspaper Literature,” in Leaflets of Thought, published by Mrs. Eugenia Cuthbert’s Boarding and Day School for Young Ladies, St. Louis, Missouri.  April 1, 1871, p. 3.

Just as there are too many things to see nowadays [“Pieper on Learning to See,” The Thinking Housewife, Oct. 22, 2012 ], there are also too many things to read:  Too many slickly-fashioned books, magazines, and ephemeral nonsense and worse in daily newspapers.  But newspapers have now been largely supplanted by the even more numerous and more deceptive ephemera on countless Internet sites, thus compounding the problem addressed by Mrs. Cuthbert and her Faculty.  The mass communications industry has not checked the cause for their concern but worsened it.

“But more people today can read than ever before!,” it will be objected by those in the grip of the mass communications monster and the fallacy of “mass literacy.”  The proper reply to that is:  To be able to read is one thing; to understand what one reads is quite another.  Millions are able to do the first but not the second.  Literacy does not make people educated or thoughtful.  Read More »

THIS 2003 INTERVIEW on The McIlhany Report with the English publisher Christopher Story may puncture some of the Putin-worship found among American patriots, who see Russia as representing a revival of Christianity in contrast to a decadent West. Story, who died in 2010, was publisher of Perestroika Deception by Soviet KGB defector Anatoly Golitsyn. According to Golitsyn, the West did not win the Cold War. The fall of the Soviet Union was part of a long-range strategy to place Russia at the head of a world government.

In an interview in 1995, Story said: “The purpose of perestroika has been to convince the gullible West that Communism is dead, that the Soviet Union has collapsed.”

KYLE writes:

The Ron Unz piece on Judaism brought to mind all of the public personalities who have publicly criticized or done something that wasn’t approved by the Jewish community and/or Israel and how in virtually every instance, no matter the context or intent, it led to intense backlash and the obligatory charges of anti-semitism and Nazism. One of the most notable instances was in 1985 when Ronald Reagan defied public pressure and honored his commitment to West German Chancellor Helmut Kohl, who asked him to visit a German military cemetery in Bitburg to mark the fortieth anniversary of the end of World War II.
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RON Unz’s excellent article today, quoted in this previous post, deserves further mention here. Bear in mind, please, that Unz is Jewish. He writes:

… [O]ver the years and the decades, our dominant media organs of news and entertainment have successfully conditioned most Americans to suffer a sort of mental allergic reaction to topics sensitive to Jews, which leads to all sorts of issues being considered absolutely out of bounds. And with America’s very powerful Jewish elites thereby insulated from almost all public scrutiny, Jewish arrogance and misbehavior remain largely unchecked and can increase completely without limit.

I’ve also sometimes suggested to people that one under-emphasized aspect of a Jewish population, greatly magnifying its problematical character, is the existence of what might be considered a biological sub-morph of exceptionally fanatical individuals, always on hair-trigger alert to launch verbal and sometimes physical attacks of unprecedented fury against anyone they regard as insufficiently friendly towards Jewish interests. Every now and then, a particularly brave or foolhardy public figure challenges some off-limits topic and is almost always overwhelmed and destroyed by a veritable swarm of these fanatical Jewish attackers. Just as the painful stings of the self-sacrificing warrior caste of an ant colony can quickly teach large predators to go elsewhere, fears of provoking these “Jewish berserkers” can often severely intimidate writers or politicians, causing them to choose their words very carefully or even completely avoid discussing certain controversial subjects, thereby greatly benefiting Jewish interests as a whole. And the more such influential people are thus intimidated into avoiding a particular topic, the more that topic is perceived as strictly taboo, and avoided by everyone else as well. Read More »

JOE A. writes:

Thank you for the beautiful American songs.  We were a musical family and the American songbook was a part of life, as much as Sunday church and fishing after school.

I often wonder, Would our society be so crass and mean if more of us sang together on Friday night?

Here’s a gem I found a year or two ago also involving Roy Rogers. It’s the theme song for a Hollywood movie about the 1953 Boy Scout Jamboree in Irvine.  That’s the sound of innocent youth – American boyhood –before the soul-crushing Sixties destroyed it.

Rogers was at the Jamboree with Trigger and probably Dale.

I grew up in that world and I want this back. It was good.

Haftom Zarhum was killed by a vicious Jewish mob

AN African man who was an innocent bystander to a shooting was shot seven times by an Israeli security guard in a bus station three years ago. As Haftom Zarhum lay bleeding on the floor, he was kicked, pummeled, beaten with chairs and spat upon by a vicious Jewish mob. One man who tried to save him was also beaten. Medics did not attend to Zarhum for 18 minutes. He died a few hours later.

Only one of his attackers, David Moyal, has been convicted in connection with the crime. He was finally sentenced this month — to $100 days of community service. He was also ordered to pay the equivalent of $560 in restitution. The family of Zarhum has been denied restitution by the national insurance program.

The story of Zarhum has received no coverage in the American press.

The same week that Moyal was sentenced, Elor Azaria, an Israeli soldier who shot in the head a Palestinian who was wounded and incapacitated on the ground, returned home to a hero’s welcome after nine months in jail. Azaria is widely celebrated for his act of murderous vengeance.

In Judaism, revenge against gentiles is good. Hatred is a virtue. Christianity teaches its followers that if they do not love their enemies, they will rot in hell for all eternity. Talmudic Judaism teaches its followers that if they do not kill their enemies, paradise on earth will never come. Even secular Jews act upon this law of revenge and hatred as they engage in the vicious social murder of critics of Jewish power. The Talmud makes the law of revenge and non-forgiveness explicit:

“Take the life of the Kliphoth and kill them, and you will please God the same as one who offers incense to Him.”

                    — Sepher Or Israel (177b)

This is only one of many such statements in the holiest book of modern Judaism. This law of revenge and holy hatred seems to have seeped into the attitudes of secular Jews, who react with extreme intolerance, to put it mildly, toward those who refuse to submit without complaint to Jewish power. As Ron Unz writes today in the Unz Review:

A religion based upon the principal of “Love Thy Neighbor” may or may not be workable in practice, but a religion based upon “Hate Thy Neighbor” may be expected to have long-term cultural ripple effects that extend far beyond the direct community of the deeply pious. If nearly all Jews for a thousand or two thousand years were taught to feel a seething hatred toward all non-Jews and also developed an enormous infrastructure of cultural dishonesty to mask that attitude, it is difficult to believe that such an unfortunate history has had absolutely no consequences for our present-day world, or that of the relatively recent past.

Indeed, it has had great consequences. Unless you understand the depth of Jewish vengeance and the longevity of Jewish grudges, you cannot understand many of the events of our world. I highly recommend all of the article by Unz, who is himself Jewish.

“THE homosexual is the consumer culture’s version of the ideal citizen because he takes all of the strains of narcissism to their logical anti-essentialist conclusion. The homosexual qua homosexual can form no family and, as a result, no real community; in a culture which promotes sexual liberation as a form of control by breaking down family and community, homosexuality is the most exaggerated form of sexual individualism. The homosexual “lifestyle,” which is based on unnatural sexual acts, is proof that there is no nature and, therefore, no reality.

By promoting homosexuality as a viable alternative lifestyle, the consumer culture is saying that fantasy can triumph over reality, which is the essence of the narcissistic personality disorder.

Homosexuality is a function of father deprivation. The less father, the less reality. The less father, the less family. The less family, the less reality. The less community, the less reality. The reverse of all of those equations is also true. By fostering narcissism and promoting narcissistic personalities—homosexuals, rock stars, etc.—to positions of celebrity and prominence, the consumer culture weakens family and community and strengthens its hold over the weakened individuals who must struggle through life without support from community or family. The only thing they can hold onto without fear of reprisal is their narcissistic fantasies of themselves as grandiose and “special.””

— E. Michael Jones, Culture Wars magazine, Oct. 2014 Read More »

ALAN writes:

One evening many years ago, I was watching the 1942 B-Western Sunset on the Desert. One of its highlights was Roy Rogers’ singing of a song composed by his friend Bob Nolan. It was called “Remember Me.”

One sunny day in 1988, my father took a picture of an old, two-story, red-brick building that was home to a business offering “Vintage Clothing Costume Rental.” The name of the business appeared on a blue awning: Remember Me.

Indeed. How could I ever forget?  How many times have I sat here remembering the days and nights I spent with my father in that old neighborhood of south St. Louis, so much of which has since been willfully destroyed?

Cold and windy winter days in 1969-’70 when he and I stood waiting for a bus outside a corner drug store; winter nights when he and I sat there in the warmth of his kitchen in his modest apartment; and summer days when a pleasant breeze came in through the open window looking out on the back yard.

There were days when we climbed a steep and narrow flight of wooden stairs up to the clean, uncluttered attic to look through one of the few boxes he kept there; and days when we sat on the wooden steps of the back porch, not talking much about anything; casual hours in his life and mine, moments to which I never gave a thought in those years but that now loom in memory as reminders of his unswerving modesty and decency, qualities I took for granted when I was a boy because I had so seldom come in contact with grown-ups who were not that way.

I remember the screen door, the sink in the corner, the radio on the kitchen table, and a picture he kept on a wall showing his brother with his teammates on an amateur baseball team in 1930.  I remember the nights we sat there with a glass of orange juice and a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

I remember the black telephone on the wall and always a stack of daily newspapers on a chair.  A woman who grew up in that neighborhood in the 1940s told me she remembered seeing my father walking many times along those streets and always with a newspaper in his hand.

Between 2000 and 2012, I went back several times to that old neighborhood.  I walked for blocks and blocks along those old familiar streets, pausing here and there to take a picture of some house or building or sign or streetscape that struck my interest because I knew they had been significant to my father.

Most of that neighborhood was demolished in the early 1960s, a work of genius perpetrated by city planners and other do-gooders.  As a boy at that time, I could not imagine what that demolition must have meant to the thousands of people who lived there. Read More »

Pig Slaughter, Pieter Brueghel

WOULD YOU like to replicate in your own home the chutzpah and crowd-pleasing bombast of the man who falsely claims to be pope of the Roman Catholic Church? Would you like to dish out impressive statements such as:

To find what the Lord asks of his Church today, we must lend an ear to the debates of our time
and perceive the “fragrance” of the men of this age, so as to be permeated with their joys and hopes, with their griefs and anxieties. (Address, October 4, 2014)

Would you like to perfect the art of heresy:

Our species, like others, will be extinguished, but the light of God, that will not be extinguished, which in the end will invade all souls and then everything will be in all. (Interview with Eugenio Scalfari on September 24, 2013, published on October 1 in La Repubblica)

Or would you like to relativize boldly:

Every form of sexual submission must be clearly rejected. This includes all improper
interpretations of the passage in the Letter to the Ephesians where Paul tells women to “be
subject to your husbands” (Eph 5:22). This passage mirrors the cultural categories of the time,
but our concern is not with its cultural matrix but with the revealed message that it conveys. (Amoris Laetitia)

Impress your friends with this simple recipe:

BERGOGLIAN STEW

1 cup Teilhard de Chardin
1/2 cup Darwinian fables
1/4 cup Swami Vivekanda
8 cups Kabbalah
3 cups hot air
2 teaspoons John Lennon
A generous pinch of Betty Friedan
1/4 cup corn syrup
2 one-pound bags U.N. documents (any will do), coarsely chopped

Combine all ingredients. Stir thoroughly.

Sprinkle with:

5 Tablespoons Marxism

Place in the hot sun. Wait six hours (nine for areas with significant chemtrail activity). Then serve.

You are now ready to discourse on the problems of the world.

WARNING: Due to unavoidable digestive consequences of this stew, it is strongly advised to take this product beforehand:

A READER recommends this engaging series of videos by David Richins on the perils of Capitalism. Episode 1 can be found here, but this second video is a good introduction too.

IF by capitalism is meant, not diffused ownership of property, but monopolistic capitalism in which capital bids for labor on a market, and concentrates wealth in the hands of a few, then from an economic point of view alone, the Church is just as much opposed to capitalism as it is to communism. Communism emphasizes social use to the exclusion of personal rights, and capitalism emphasizes personal rights to the exclusion of social use. The Church says both are wrong, for though the right to property is personal, the use is social.

…. Capitalistic economy is godless; communism makes economics God.

— Fulton J. Sheen, Communism and the Conscience of the West (Indianapolis and New York: The Bobbs-Merrill Company, 1948)

See the continuing discussion in this entry.

KIDIST PAULOS ASRAT, an Ethiopian by birth, writes of the deep sense of displacement among many immigrants from Africa and Asia:

Wherever Third World foreigners congregate in large enough numbers, there is a sense of emptiness. There is no attempt to develop their neighbourhoods, with flowers and gardens, trees on the sidewalks, etc. An Indian restaurant next to an Ethiopian coffee house does not add diversity and interest, but rather a hodgepodge of unrelated elements with no aesthetic cohesiveness.

A Third World foreigner, although he comes to stay, is always referring to his native country. His activities, his choices, his lifestyle, deeply reflect this native country. He may have come to find better shores but his heart and his imagination are with the homeland he left behind. He has no desire to reconstruct and to rebuild a new home, and instead lives in perpetual upheaval with his suitcase, metaphorically, left unpacked even after decades and generations of habitation.

This temporality continues down the generations. Immigrants’ children and grandchildren have a nostalgia for the country their families left. This manifests itself with their persistent references and adhesions to this far-away land: through their cultural choices, their earnest attempts to meld their cultural and personal lives with the country left behind, and eventually with their loyalties in politics and other social ties given to those which best represent this homeland.

They have never really left home.

And they have a latent anger, unfocused and diffused, at this difficult life of divided loyalties they are forced to live. And when made to chose a culprit for target, instead of directing their wrath at their families, which pulled them across nations to this land of apparent opportunity, they glare at the country itself, calling it “racist” and “discriminatory” and “hateful.”

TV and movies initiate us into the satanic cult which is modern society. A satanic cult controls and exploits its members by making them sick. Because television and movies were my reference point, I was dysfunctional until almost 50. I was obsessed with relationships and sex as a panacea. I didn’t know how to be a man. I idealized women and called it love.  There were no models of true masculinity. When dysfunctional sick people are your role models, you become dysfunctional.  Arrested development. Immaturity.  Three failed marriages. Confusion. Periods of depression. (I do take responsibility for being so trusting and gullible.) 

Why are there so few positive role models on TV? Why so few examples of healthy, happy life? 

My rehabilitation started when I started to question the messages I was getting and listened to my own instincts instead. 

Liberals like to think the social trends of the last 50 years represent spontaneous social change. Rather, we were being degraded and inducted into a satanic cult. The Illuminati bankers are waging a diabolical war on us, and we don’t even know it. 

— Henry Makow, “TV’s Subversive Message: Sick is Healthy”

FROM A review of Hilaire Belloc’s Economics for Helen by Dr. Peter Chojnowski at The Distributist Review:

There are several aspects of this text, which open up new vistas for those seeking an alternative to the materialistic determinism of both the Marxists and the Economic Liberals. All of these insights, on the part of Belloc, into the very fiber of the economic life of man, point to the fact that economics is grounded in two realities, both of which the Capitalists and the Socialists have overlooked: the divinely ordained goal-orientation of human nature and the freedom of choice originating in the spiritual principle of man, which is his soul.

What these two facts indicate is that economics is grounded in the psychological, spiritual, and intellectual life of man to such an extent that the orientations and demands of this life create economic facts and laws that cannot be circumvented. One mentioned by Belloc is the idea of “subsistence.” According to Belloc, “subsistence” is “the worth while of labor.” By this, he means that if a certain standard of living were not provided to the worker, on account of his work, labor itself would no longer be thought to be worthwhile and, hence, would not be engaged in. Belloc identifies this as an economic law, rather than a moral law. Here we see the advancing of a concrete example of an “economic law” which all nations and economic concerns must adhere to if they are to maintain a healthy economic life. Moreover, Belloc implicitly refutes his accusers who charge him with collapsing economic law into moral law. If a nation does not provide its people, in their generality and in their individuality, with work that can sustain a man and his family at levels acceptable within the context of the national culture, men will not work and the nation will not prosper. Of course, it is the obligation of the State to ensure that companies and enterprises uninterested in providing subsistence wages do not simply locate their factories in foreign countries and export their products to the “job-free zones” of the “developed” countries. Read More »

ADDING comments to the previous post, I came upon these truly wonderful versions of three songs by Stephen Foster: Old Black Joe, Some Folks Do, and Beautiful Dreamer. The Roger Wagner Chorale sings. The alternation of male and female voices is a particularly nice touch, but in general these singers are outstanding. Here is what the choral leader Roger Wagner (1914-1992) said of his singers:

“Following one of our performances with the Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra, a well-known local critic asked me, “What is this hypnotic power you wield over your singers? And why did you form the Chorale?” The first question is indeed flattering; however, just the opposite is true. Singers hypnotize me, especially when they are good. The second question can best be answered, I think, by telling something about the Chorale. Every Monday evening 200 singers converge on the Chorale studios to do one thing…sing.

They sing choral masterworks, large and small, and find the experience good. School teachers, salesmen, housewives, executives, factory workers, students, professional musicians and others from all walks of life and from distances up to a hundred miles, come with one aim of trying to produce fine choral singing. Each has had some musical training, can read music and loves to sing. To them the Chorale is an ideal, as it is to me, and they dedicate themselves to it with an almost unbelievable devotion. (source)

(He then went onto make the obligatory “creeds and races don’t matter” statement, which is of course absurd. For one, the statement “creeds and races don’t matter” is itself a belief. Therefore creeds must matter. But also it doesn’t make sense. Would the chorale sing songs written by Satanists or shamans? If the entire group became Asian, would it make no difference to its sound and style? That said, good music is a universal force.)

Here are the words to Old Black Joe, for which Foster was reportedly accused of being filled with hatred.

Old Black Joe

1.
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
I hear their gentle voices calling “Old Black Joe”.

Chorus
I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low:
I hear those gentle voices calling, “Old Black Joe”.

2.
Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain
Why do I sigh that my friends come not again,
Grieving for forms now departed long ago.
I hear their gentle voices calling “Old Black Joe”.
Chorus

3.
Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
The children so dear that I held upon my knee,
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go.
I hear their gentle voices calling “Old Black Joe”.
Chorus

STEPHEN FOSTER’S famous Some Folks Do is sung here by Charles Szabo.

Long live the merry, merry heart
That laughs by night and day
Like the Queen of Mirth, No matter what some folks say
 

“Stephen Collins Foster (July 4, 1826 – January 13, 1864), known as “the father of American music”, was an American songwriter primarily known for his parlor and minstrel music. Foster wrote over 200 songs; among his best-known are “Oh! Susanna”, “Camptown Races”, “Old Folks at Home”, “My Old Kentucky Home”, “Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair”, “Old Black Joe”, and “Beautiful Dreamer”. Many of his compositions remain popular more than 150 years after he wrote them. His compositions are thought to be autobiographical. He has been identified as “the most famous songwriter of the nineteenth century”, and may be the most recognizable American composer in other countries.” (from Wikipedia) Read More »